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 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'm gonna 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
To find I'm a number one
head of the list
Cream of the crop
at the 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
If I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York.

Frank Sinatra.