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 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