I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn’t sleep! I’m packing my bag!

Start spreading the news, you’re leaving today 
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
Your vagabond shoes, they are longing to stray
And step around the heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn’t sleep
And find your queen of the hill, top of the heap
Your small town blues, they’re melting away
I’m gonna make a brand-new start of it, in old New York

You always make it there, you make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York