[Music. Brass section.]
[Audience claps in rhythm.]

[Spoken] The greatest city
in the whole world.

[Audience cheers.]

[Full orchestra.]

[Sings] Start spreading the news.

I'm leaving today.

[Jaunty melody; piano featured.]

I want to be a part of it.

New York, New York.

These vagabond shoes

they are longing to stray

right through the very heart of it.

New York, New York.

[Small musical flourish]

I want to wake up

(Makes "wah" sound)

in a city

that doesn't sleep

[Cymbals]

and find I'm

King of the Hill,

[Cymbal]

top of the heap.

[Quiet orchestral music]

My little town blues,

[Orchestral harmony]

they are melting away

[Soft musical harmony]

I'll make a brand new start of it,

[Music intensifies]

in old New York.

[Brass section]

If I can

[Brass]

make it there,

I'll make it

[Drum]

[Brass]

anywhere.

It's up to you

New York, New York.

[Orchestra with cymbals.]

[Musical volume increases]

New York,

Newwww Yorrrrk.

[Drum, cymbal]

I want to wake up

in a city

that doesn't sleep,

[Horns]

and find that I'm

Number One,

top of the heap,

head of the Mob,

King of the

Hill....

These

little

town

blues,

[Cymbal]

[Orchestra playing slowly]

they are melting away.

[Slower, jazzy music.]

I'm

gonna make

a brand

new start of it,

[Musical emphasis]

in old New York.

[Music slow and sentimental]

And...

[Musical emphasis]

if I can make it there,

I'll make it

I'll make it anywhere.

[Quiet horn]

It's up to you

New York,

New Yorrrrk!

[Music plays brightly]

New Yorrrrk!

[Musical crescendo.]