I Happen to Like New York

	Lyrics：Cole Porter Music：Cole Porter
	I happen to like New York, I happen to like this town.
	I like the city air, I like to drink of it,
	The more I know New York the more I think of it.
	I like the sight and the sound and even the stink of it.
	I happen to like New York.
	I like to go to Battery Park and watch those liners booming in.
	I often ask myself, why should it be that they come so far across the sea.
	I suppose it's because they all agree with me.
	They happen to like New York.
	Last Sunday afternoon I took a trip to Hackensack,
	But after I gave Hackensack the once over, I took the next train back.
	I happen to like New York. I happen to love this burg.
	And when I have to give the world a last farewell,
	And the undertaker starts to ring my funeral bell,
	I don't want to go to heaven, don't want to go to hell.
	I happen to like New York. I happen to like New York.

	Lyrics: Cole Porter Music: Cole Porter
	I happen to like New York, I happen to like this town.
	I like the city air, I like to drink of it,
	The more I know New York the more I think of it.
	I like the sight and the sound and even the stink of it.
	I happen to like New York.
	I like to go to Battery Park and watch those liners booming in.
	I often ask myself, why should it be that they come so far across the sea.
	I suppose it' s because they all agree with me.
	They happen to like New York.
	Last Sunday afternoon I took a trip to Hackensack,
	But after I gave Hackensack the once over, I took the next train back.
	I happen to like New York. I happen to love this burg.
	And when I have to give the world a last farewell,
	And the undertaker starts to ring my funeral bell,
	I don' t want to go to heaven, don' t want to go to hell.
	I happen to like New York. I happen to like New York.