Frank Sinatra - New York, New York Start spreading the news, I'm living today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes, Are longing to stray 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 a hill Top of the heap These little town blues, Are melting away I'm gonna 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