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 that 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 that city that never sleeps.
And find I'm A-number-one, top of the list, king of the hill, A-number-1...
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'll make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York!
