New York , New York - Frank Sinatra

 

 
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 
Right through the very heart of it 
New York, New York 
I want to wake up in a city, 
that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill 
top of the heap
These 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'll 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 never sleeps
To find I'm a number one, 
head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap.
These 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'm gonna make it anywhere
Come on, come true 
New York, New York