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 the 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 the city that never sleeps
And find I’m ain’t number one, top of the list
king of the hill, ain’t number one
These little town blues
Are melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And if I can make it there
I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York.
New York.