Boston Pops Orchestra - When the Saints Go Marching In lyrics

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 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 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