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 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'll make it, anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York.