Right through the very heart of it.

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving 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 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.

I'll be back on July 10th by Noon.