Frank Sinatra – 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 list,
King of the hill,
A-number-one
These little town blues
are 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