New York New York - Frank Sinatra

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Start spreading the news, Im 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 doesnt sleep 

And find Im king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away

Ill make a brand new start of it, in old New York 

If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere 

Its up to you New York, New York 

New York, New York 

I wanna wake up in a city, that doesnt sleep 

And find Im king of the hill, top of the heap 

These little town blues, are melting away

Ill make a brand new start  of it, in old New York 

If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere 

Its up to you New York, New York