Frank Sinatra - New 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 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.