#creation
Start spreading the news, you're leaving today, tell me, 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're that a number one, king of the hill
(Your) these, oh, 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, bro
You always make it there, you make it anywhere
Come on, come through, New York, New York
New York
