Start spinning the news
I’m needing to stray
We’ve got to leave the heart of it, New York, New York
Flatfoots and gumshoes
Will bring her to play
I’ll write a grant for part of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the Hamptons ‘neath the sheets
Find Judith’s bra and her pills, piled in a heap
NYPD blues
Are leading the way
I’ll hide a brand-new charge for it
To old New York
If I get any there
I can get it anywhere
It’s comped to you, New York, New York!
I’ll have to make like its security from some creeps
To wine that girl that I drill, on the sly and the cheap
9/11’s the News
Distracting the way
I’ll hide my plans and tart with it
From old New York
If I get any there
I can get it anywhere
It’s all on you, New York, New York!