Start spreading the news, They're leaving today
They wanted to be a part of it
New York, New York
These baggy-fat pants, are all in his way
Right through his very hardy gut
New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city that went cheap
And find we're king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
We'll make a brand new start of it in old Hews-ton
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, Boss-ton, Boss-ton
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city full of creeps
And find we're a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one
These little town blues, are melting away
And I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old El- Aye
And if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, Boss-ton, Boss ton