Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
and step around the heart of it, New York, New York
I wanna wake up in the city, that doesn’t sleep,
to find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap.
My 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’d make it anywhere
it’s up to you, New York, New York
New York, New York
I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn’t sleep,
to find I’m king of the hill, head of the list
cream of the crop at the top of the heap
My 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’d make it anywhere
come on, come through New York, New York
(Grazie a Kar.ma per le correzioni)
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