N.Y.C.

NYC What is it about you
You're big
You're loud
You're tough NYC.

NYC, I go years without you
Then I can't get enough
Enough of the cab drivers answering back
In the language far from pure.

Enough of frankfurters answering back
Brother, you know you're in NYC
Too busy, too crazy
Too hot, too cold, too late
I'm sold again on NYC.

Come on you slowpokes
We gotta get to the Roxy before the prices change.

NYC
The shadows at sundown
The roofs, that scrape, the sky
NYC
The rich and the rundown
The big parade goes by.

What other town has the Empire State
And a mayor, five foot two
No other town in the whole forty eight
Can half compare to you.

Oh, NYC
You make 'em all postcards.

You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For NYC, NYC
The shimmer of Times Square.

The pulse, the beat
The drive, NYC.

The city's bright
As a penny arcade
It blinks, it tilts, it rings.

To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things
Oh, NYC
The whole world keeps coming
By bus, by train
You can't explain
Their yen for.

Star to be NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks, two bags
One me
NYC.

I give you fair warning
Up there in lights I'll be
Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best
Though California pays big for their art.

Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight the "Y"
Why not?
It's NYC
NYC.

You're standing room only
You crowd, you cramp
You're still the champ
Amen For
NY.

Keep it quiet down there
Immediate seating, there is immediate seating.

Popcorn, what do you say to some popcorn?
I haven't had popcorn since.

Give in, don't fight
Good girl, good night
Sleep tight in NYC.