New York, New York Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

Start spreading the news
I am 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 want to wake up in a 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 anywhere
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 list
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