Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. I want to be a part of it - New York, New York. These vagabond shoes Are longing to stray And step around the heart of it New York, New York. I want to wake up in a city, That doesn't sleep, To find I'm king of the hill- ah- Top of the heap. My little town blues Are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it In old New York. If I can make it there, I'd make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York. New York, New York! I want to wake up in a city, That doesn't sleep, To find I'm king of the hill, Head of the list, Cream of the crop At top of the heap. My little town blues Are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it In old New York. If I can make it there, I'd make it anywhere Come on, come through, New York, New York.
