Start spreadin’ 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

I want to wake up in a 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