New York City

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 gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge. Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge

I’m gonna make it by any means, 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 street will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you. Hear it for New York, New York, New York!

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 your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah