Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today.
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleeps,
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
These vagabond shoes,
Are longing to stray,
Right through the very hard of it
New York, New York.
If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn't sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill, head of the list
CrÕme of the crop and the 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.
Carey Mulligan Liz Caplan - New York New York Lyrics
Carey Mulligan Liz Caplan - New York New York Lyrics
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Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today.
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleeps,
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
These vagabond shoes,
Are longing to stray,
Right through the very hard of it
New York, New York.
If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn't sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill, head of the list
CrÕme of the crop and the 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.
I'm leaving today.
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in the city that doesn't sleeps,
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
These vagabond shoes,
Are longing to stray,
Right through the very hard of it
New York, New York.
If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn't sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill, head of the list
CrÕme of the crop and the 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.