Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today.
I wanna be a part 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 vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York.

If I can make it there,
I'd make it anywhere
It's up to you,
New York, New York.

I wanna wake up in a city,
That doesn't sleep,
And find I'm king of the hill
Head of the list
Cream of the crop
At the top of the hill


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.