(New York, New York)
(New York, New York)...
(East side, west side)
(New York is the best ami)

Every time I go away... off the beaten tracks
I live only for the day... when I know I'm back

I happen to like New York... I happen to like this town
I like the city air... like to drink of it
The more I know New York... the more I think of it
I like the sight and the sound and even the stink of it
I happen to like New York
(East side, west side)

I like to go to Battery Park... and watch those liners booming in
I often ask myself, why should it be... that they come so far across the sea
I suppose it's because they all agree with me... they happen to like New York
(it's self, great time)

Last Sunday afternoon
I took a trip to Hackensack
But after I gave Hackensack the once over
I took the next train back
(good time, . . . ?)
I happen to like New York... I happen to love this town
And when I have to give the world a last farewell
And the undertaker starts to ring my funeral bell
I don't want to go to heaven, don't want to go to hell
I happen to like New York (good time, . . . ?)
I happen to like.. New York