Off to the Big Apple
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 and make a brand new start of it, New York, New York.
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps, to find I'm King of the hill, top of the heap
The 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.
(Ebb-Kander)











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