Frank SinatraNew York, New York

Start spreading the news, I'm 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 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-1... These little town blues, are 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 gone make it anywhere. It's up to you, New York, New York!
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