TestoNew York, New York

New York, New York These vagabond shoes are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep And find I′m king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues are melting away I'll 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 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 are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York And, If I can make it, I′m gonna make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York