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 
and step around the heart of it 
New York, New York 

I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn’t sleep,
to find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap. 

My 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’d make it anywhere 
it’s up to you 

New York, New York 

I wanna wake up, in that city that doesn’t sleep, 
to find I’m king of the hill, head of the list 
cream of the crop at the top of the list 

My 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’d make it anywhere 
it’s up to you, 
New York New York