New York, New York

New York, New York


Start spreadin' the news,
I'm leavin' 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 heap,
King of the hill, 
A-number-one...

These little town blues  
Oh they´'re 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...

Frank Sinatra 

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