Tekster: Liza Minnelli. New York New York.

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 step around of heart of it, New York, New York

I want to wake up in the city, that doesn't sleep
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

My 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 the city, that doesn't sleep
To find I'm king of the hill
[Incomprehensible] top of the heap

My 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
[Incomprehensible] New York, New York

My 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
[Incomprehensible] New York, New York