Start spreadin' (= communicating) the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond (= that travel from place to place) shoes, are longing (= want very much) to stray (= move away from the place you should be)
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap (= a pile of things)
These little town blues, are melting away (= disappearing)
I'll make a brand (= completely) 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
King of the hill, A number one
These little town blues…
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