King of New York

Ya don't need money when you're famous

They gives you whatever you want, gra7s

Such as?

A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces I'm one highfalluLn' son of a gun
A permanent box at the Sheepshead races I guarantee: though I crapped out,
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle I ain't tapped out
My personal puss on a wooden nickel I'm the king of New…
Friends may flee. Let' em ditch ya,
Look at me: I'm the king of New York Snap one pit'cha
Suddenly, I'm respectable You’re the king of New…
Starin' right at 'cha, lousy with sta’cha History, front page story!
Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks Guts and glory!
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe I'm the king…
And there I be! Ain't I preFy? …of New York!
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 terlet
A barber shop haircut that costs a quarter
A regular beat for the star reporter

Am-scray, punk, she's the king of New York!

Whod'a thunk! I'm the king of New York!
We was sunk, pale and piLful
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
Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're king of New York

I goFa 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 Delancey's pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shooLn' bright as the sun!