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