King Of New York

Ya dont need money when youre famous
They gives ya whatever ya want gratis!
Such as...?
A pair of new shoes with matchin laces
A permanent box at the sheepshead races
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
My personal puss on a wooden nickel.

Look at me: i'm the king of new york!
Suddenly
Im respectable
Starin right at'cha
Lousy with sta'cha.

Nobbin with all the muckety-mucks
I'm blowin my dough and goin deluxe
And there i be!
Ain't i pretty?
Its my city
I'm the king of new york!

A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
A regular beat for the star reporter!
Am-scray*, punk, shes the king of new york!
*('scram' in pig latin)

Whod'a thunk! I'm the king of new york!
We was sunk, pale, and pitiful
Buncha wet noodles!
Pulitzers poodles.

Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink!
So lets get drunk!
Yeah!

Not with liquor. Fame works quicker
When you're king of new york
I gotta be either dead or dreamin
Cause look at that pape with my face beamin
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But i was a star for one whole minute!
*dance break*

Look at me:
Im the king of new york!
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the delanceys
Pee in their pant-sies.

Flashpots are shootin bright as a sun!
Im one highfallutin son of a gun!
I guarantee
Though i crapped out, i ain't tapped out!
Im the king of new
Friends may flee.

Let 'em ditch 'ya!
Snap one pit'cha
Youre the king of new
History!
Front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the king of new york!