Lyrics :New York, New York , by Frank Sinatra


Start spreading  the news 
I am leaving today 
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 want to wake up in a 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 a city 
That never sleeps 
And find I'm a number one
Top of the list 
King of the hill
A number one 

These little town blues 
All melting away 
I am gonna make a brand new start of it 
In old New York 

And If I can make it there 
I'm gonna make it anywhere 
It's up to you
New York, New York, New York