Flying over the sea My guitar and me 40 thousand feet What a brilliant feat Go west, don't go east A famine or a feast We're treated better there A homeless one is rare I feel The city's lure The apple of my eye I cherish her Everybody's here From all across the earth Tongues and tribes galore There isn't any war I feel The city's lure The apple of my eye I cherish her I feel The city's lure The apple of my eye I cherish her New York, New York, I'm comin' New York, New York, I'm comin' New York, New York, I'm comin' New York, New York, I'm comin'