Frank Sinatra - New York, New York
Tekst: Fred Ebb / Muziek: John Kander
(1979)








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



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 one



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 gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York











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