1. Sunday, September 11, 2011
     

    today we’re all from new york 

    Grew up in a town,
    That is famous as a place
    of movie scenes
    Noise is always loud
    There are sirens all around
    And the streets are mean
    If I could make it here
    I could make it anywhere
    That’s what they say
    Seeing my face in lights
    Or my name in marquees
    found down Broadway

    Even if it ain’t all it seems
    I got a pocketful of dreams
    Baby, I’m from New York!

    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There’s nothing you can’t do
    Now you’re in New York

    These streets will make you
    feel brand new
    Big lights will inspire you
    Hear it for New York,
    New York, New York

    On the avenue,
    there ain’t never a curfew
    Ladies work so hard
    Such a melting pot
    on the corner selling rock
    Preachers pray to God
    And the gypsy cab
    Takes me down from
    Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
    Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger
    For more than from an empty fridge

    I’m going to make it by any means
    I got a pocketful of dreams
    Baby, I’m from New York!

    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There’s nothing you can’t do
    Now you’re in New York

    These streets will make you
    feel brand new
    Big lights will inspire you
    Let’s hear it for New York,
    New York, New York

    One hand in the air for the big city
    Street lights, big dreams,
    all looking pretty
    No place in the world that can compared
    Put your lighters in the air
    Everybody say yeah, yeah yeaah

    New York!
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There’s nothing you can’t do
    Now you’re in New York
    These streets will make you
    feel brand new
    Big lights will inspire you
    Hear it for New York,
    New York, New York