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 that 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
Definitely how I felt back in the fall of 2001.
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