Foto: Hans Mellendijk | Brooklyn Heights Promenade
Uit de collectie Mellendijk (keuze tekstdichter) voorraad Mellendijk: Fred Ebb⇲
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' 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 to 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'm gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And
If I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York
New York
New York
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 to 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'm gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And
If I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York
New York
New York
Writer: Fred Ebb, Composer: John Kander
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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