(F)Ooh,

New York!

(F)Ooh,

New York!

Grew up in the town that is fa mous as a place of mov work ie scenes.

Noise is al ways loud; there are si rens all a round, and the streets are mean.

If I can make it here, I can make it an y where; that’s what they say.

See ing my face in lights, or my name in mar quees found down on Broad way.

E ven if it ain’t all it seems, I got a pock et ful of dreams; ba by, I’m from New York.

Con crete jun gle where dreams are made of; there’s noth ing you can’t do, now you’re in New York.

These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will in spire you; hear it for New York, New York, New York!

On the av e nue, there ain’t nev er a cur few; la dies work so hard.

Such a melt ing pot; on the cor ner sell ing rock; preach ers pray to God.

If Hail a gyp sy cab; takes me down from Har lem to the Brook lyn Bridge.

Some ing one sleeps at night with a hun ger for more than an emp ty fridge.

I’m a make it by an y means; I got a pock et ful of dreams, ba by, I’m from New York.

Con crete jun gle where dreams are made of; there’s noth ing you can’t do, now you’re in New York.

These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will in spire you; hear it for New York, New York, New York!

York!

One hand in the air for The Big Cit y!

Street lights, big dreams all look ing pret ty.

No place in the world that could com pare.

Put your light ers in the air!

Ev ’ry bod y say, (A)yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

New York!