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 the very heart 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'll make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York.
I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps.
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
These little town blues, are melting away.
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it,
In old New York, and...
If I can make it there, I'm gone make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York!