New York, New York – Daniel Boaventura – letras

Start spreading the newsI am leaving todayI want to be a part of itNew York, New YorkThese vagabond shoesThey are longing to strayRight through the very heart of itNew York, New YorkI want to wake up in that cityThat doesn’t sleepAnd find I’m king of the hillTop of the heapThese little town bluesAre melting awayI gonna make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkIf I can make it thereI’ll make it anywhereIt’s up to youNew York, New YorkNew York, New YorkI want to wake up in that cityThat never sleepsAnd find I’m a number oneTop of the listKing of the hill, a number oneThese are little town bluesThey have all melted awayI am about to make a brand new start of itIn old New YorkAnd, If I can make it thereI’m gonna make it anywhereCome on, come throughNew York, New York