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Ya don't need money when you're famous
they gives ya whatever ya want
Such as
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
A personal puss on a wooden nickel
Look at me I'm the king of New York
Suddenly
I'm respectable
Starin' right at ya
Lousy with stature
Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe
And there I be
Ain't I pretty
It's my city
I'm the king of New York
A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlit
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
A regular beat for the star reporter
Amscray punk She's the king of New York
scram in pig latin
Who'da thunk I'm the king of New York
We was sunk pale and pitiful
Buncha wet noodles
Pulitzer's poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she fished us out
And drowned us in ink
So let's get drunk Yeah
But not with liquor Fame works quicker
When you're king of New York
I'll be either dead or dreamin'
‘Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute
Look at me
I'm the king of New York
Wait and see
This is gonna make both the Delanceys
Pee in their pantsies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun
I guarantee
Though I dropped out I ain't tapped out
I'm the king of New
Friends may flee
Let ‘em ditch us
Snap my picture
You're the king of New
History
Front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the king
of New York