New York, New York

King of the hill
I am about to make a brand new start of it
Right there in old New York

And find I'm king of the hill
In old New York
I want to wake up in that city
Head of the heap
Top of the list

You know, I'm gonna make it just about anywhere
If I can make it there
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
That never sleeps
Top of the heap
They have all melted away
These vagabond shoes

That doesn't sleep
They are melting away
And you bet [Incomprehensible] baby
I want to be a part of it
I gonna make a brand new start of it
My little town blues
New York, New York
New York, New York
I'll make it anywhere
Come on, come through
It's up to you
They are longing to stray

And find I'm king of the hill
These are little town blues

If I can make it there

I want to wake up in that city
New York, New York