Oooooohh, New York
Oooooohh, New York
Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around, and the streets are mean.
If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere, that's what they say
Seeing my face in lights, and my name in marquees found down on broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems,
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I'm from New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do.
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you.
Hear it for New York, New York, New Yoooork
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot, On the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsee cab, takes me down to Harlem to the Brooklynn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger for more than an empty fridge
I'm gonna make it by any means,
I've got a pocketful of dreams
Baby I'm from New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do.
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you.
Hear it for New York, New York, New Yoooork
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty,
No place in the world that can compare,
Put our lights up in the air, everybody say
Yeaaaahhh, Yeeaaahh
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do.
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you.
Hear it for New Yoooork
Writer(s): Bert Keyes, Sylvia Robinson, Janet Andrea Sewell, Alicia Augello Cook, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Shawn C. Carter, Angela Ann Hunte
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