frank sinatra – (theme from) new york, new york

Lyrics

 

Start spreading the news, you’re leaving today (tell ’em, Frank)
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
Your vagabond shoes, they are longing to stray
And step around the heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn’t sleep
And find your king of the hill, top of the heap
Your small town blues, they’re melting away
I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it, in old New York

You always make it there, you make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York

In 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 list (you bet)
A number one, king of the hill

These little town blues, they have all melted away
And I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it, right there in old New York
You better believe it, folks
You always make it there, you make it anywhere
Come on, come through, New York, New York

New York