New York, New York Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

So you know this, huh?

Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
They 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

My smalltown blues
They have drifted away
I′m gonna 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

In New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that doesn′t sleep
And find that I′m number one
Top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill

What a pain I got, right here
Those are little town blues
They have all melted away
I am about to make a brand new start of it
In old New York

And you better believe it, baby
If I can't make it there, you know
I′ll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York