New York, New York

New York, New York

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 A-number- one,
Top of the list
king of the hill,
A-number-one...

These little town blues
All melting away
I'm gonna make
A brand new start of it
In old New York
A-a-a-nd If I can make it there,
I,m gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you,
New York, New York...
New York.

Cantante: Frank Sinatra

 

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