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New York, New York
Frank Sinatra

Start spreadin' 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 hard of it,
New York, New York.

I wanna wake up in the 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 anyware.
It's up to you New York, New York.

New York, New York.

I want to wake up in a city 
That never sleeps
And find I'm A-number-one, 
Top of the heap,
King of the hill, 
A number one

These little town blues  
Oh they're melting away
I'm gonna make
A brand new start of it
In old New York

And if I can make it there, 
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you,
New York, New York.
New York.