Lyrics Martha Wainwright

Martha Wainwright

New York, New York, New York

Winter's coming on

Only one place to be

With my baby

On those streets of

New York in the fall

No rooms to be had

But I can get an add on

I haven't booked ahead

Thought I had some sort of poll

Certainly the money to spend

But I've been walking up and down

Must be some sort of trend

Or just New York in the fall

The leaves are all turned to red

But I can get an add on

I haven't booked ahead

New York, New York, New York

New York, New York in the fall

No rooms, no rooms, no rooms, no rooms

Guess I'll come back in the spring

Get drenched in the rain

I'll see you then instead

This time I'll book ahead

Oh, New York in the fall

Only place to be

But don't blame me

There just ain't no vacancy

New York, New York, New York

New York, New York, New York in the fall