06/14/2026
Start spreading the news, you’re leaving today, tell ‘em, Frank
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
Your vagabond shoes, they 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
And find your king of the hill, top of the heap
Your small town blues, they are melting away
I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it in old New York
You always make it there, you make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York
Ta-ta, ta-da-da (hey!)
Ta-ta, ta-da-da, doh-reh
Ta-da-da-da-da
Pa-pa-pa-pa
In New York, New York
I wanna wake up in that city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill, top of the list, you bet
And I’m the right, king of the heap
These are little town blues, they have all melted away
And I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it
Right there in old New York, you better believe it, folks
You always make it there, you make it anywhere
Come on, come through, New York, New York
New York
