Paloma San Basilio

Start spreadin´ 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 wanna 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.