Lyrics
New York, New York
Start spreading the news
I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right to the very heart of it
New York
I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find that I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap
My little town blues
They’re melting away
I’m going to make a brand new start of it
In New York
I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find that I’m king of the hill
Top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill
I want to be a part of it
I want to be a part of it
I want to be a part of it
I want to be a part of it
Well if I can make it there
I’m going to make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
Credits
Reworked, Produced and Mixed by Gerry Owens
Recorded at ‘The Cell Studios’, Ireland
Publishing: Sony ATV Music Publishing 2019
Copyright: Black Bag Music 2019