New York, New York

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 wanna 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’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 want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m king of the hill,
Top of the heap,
Cream of the crop,
A-number one.

These little town blues
Are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York

I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York

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