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 a round of heart of it New-York, New-York
I want to wake up in that city, that doesn’t sleep To find I’m king of the hill Top of the heap
My little town blues, Are melting away I’ll make a brand new start of it In old New-York If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere It’s up to you New-York, New-York
New-York, New-York I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn’t sleep, To find I’m king of the hill, head of the list Cream of the crop at the top of the heap
My little town blues are melting away I’ll 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
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