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 a very hard day
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps,
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 the city that doesn’t sleeps
And find Crème of the crop , top of the heap,king of the hill
These little town blues
Are melting away
I gonna make a brand new start of it,
In old New York.
If I can make it there,
I'm gonna make it anywhere,
it's all through to you,New York, New York.