I grew up in the town, That is famous as a place of movie scenes, The noise is always loud, There are sirenes all around, And the streets are mean, If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere, That’s what they say.
Even if it ain’t all it seems, I’ve got a pocket full of dreams, Baby, I’m from…
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There’s nothing I can’t do, Now I’m in New York, New York, New York.
But Imma up at Brooklyn, Now, I’m down in Tribeca, Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever, I’m new the Sinatra, And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere, Yeah, they love me everywhere.
Even if it ain’t all it seems, I’ve got a pocketful of dreams, Baby, I’m from…
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There’s nothing I can’t do, Now I’m in New York, New York, New York.
One hand in the air for the big city, Put your lighters in the air, Everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah Oooh, Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I’m from New York, concrete jungle where dream are made of, There’s nothing You can’t do, Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
