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- A living cliche -
It's just a brand, "I ♥ NY"
New York, New York
Jazz, vagabonds, Jews,
the chic and the gay,
They all want a part of it,
New York, New York
How do you wake up, in a city that never sleeps?
You'll find you're sick and you're ill, lacking in sleep.
Each little town's views
are lost in the fray,
stuck in the melted heart of it
In new New York
If you can make it there
You'll make it, anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
And when you wake up in the city that never sleeps
You'll find the size of the meals, makes you feel weak.
Each little town's views
Are right there to stay,
Each one a gleaming part of it,
In cold New York
If you can't make it there
no-one will, really care,
It's up to you, New York, New York.
With distinct and heartfelt apologies to old blue eyes himself ... no offence meant and, for those who care, there will be more to follow.
