NYC Songtext
von Charles Strouse & Martin Charnin

NYC
What is it about you
You′re big
You're loud
You′re tough
NYC
I go years without you
Then I can't get enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure
Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're

In NYC
Too busy, too crazy
Warbucks: Too hot, too cold, too late
I′m sold again on NYC

NYC
The shadows at sundown

The roofs, that scrape, the sky


NYC
The rich and the rundown

The big parade goes by
What other town has the Empire State
And a mayor, five foot two
No other town in the whole forty eight

Can half compare to you

Oh, NYC

You make ′em all postcards
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For NYC

The shimmer of Times Square
The pulse, the beat

The drive
The city′s bright
As a penny arcade

It blinks, it tilts, it rings
Annie: To think that I've lived here all of my life


And never seen these things
NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks, two bags
One me,

NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there in lights I′ll be
Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best

Though California pays big for their art
Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight the "Y"
Why not?
It′s NYC
NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen
For
N
Y