[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.]