A popular song from 1977
Words by Fred Ebb
Music by John Kander
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Start spreadin’ the news, I’m leavin’ today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
And step around the heart of it
New York, New York
I wanna 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
And if I can make it there
I’d make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
I wanna wake up in the city
That doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill
Head of the list, cream of the crop
At the top of the heap
My little town blues are melting away
I’l make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I’d make it anywhere
Come on, come through
New York, New York