Lyrics: New York, New York
Album: Very Good Years
Artist: Frank Sinatra
 

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 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
And if i can make it there, i’m gonna make it anywhere

It up to you – new york new york

New york