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
And step a round of heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
To find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap

My 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 wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
To find I’m king of the hill, head of the list,
Creme of the crop and the top of the heap

My 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
Come on, come true, New York, New York

My 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
Come on, come true, New York, New York