NYC What is it about you You're big You're loud You're tough NYC I go years without you Then I can't get enough Enough of the cab drivers answering back In the language far from pure Enough of frankfurters answering back Brother, you know you're In NYC Too busy, too crazy Warbucks: Too hot, too cold, too late I'm sold again on NYC NYC The shadows at sundown The roofs, that scrape, the sky NYC The rich and the rundown The big parade goes by What other town has the Empire State And a mayor, five foot two No other town in the whole forty eight Can half compare to you Oh, NYC You make 'em all postcards You crowd, you cramp You're still the champ Amen For NYC The shimmer of Times Square The pulse, the beat The drive The city's bright As a penny arcade It blinks, it tilts, it rings Annie: To think that I've lived here all of my life And never seen these things NYC Just got here this morning Three bucks, two bags One me, NYC I give you fair warning Up there in lights I'll be Go ask the Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart The place they love the best Though California pays big for their art Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC Tomorrow a penthouse That's way up high Tonight the "Y" Why not? It's NYC NYC You're standing room only You crowd, you cramp You're still the champ Amen For N Y