Build me a girl I promise I will always adore you Made in Japan, with style of Milan and a smile from California Brazilian walk, hair from New York, pretty Parisian curls Brazilian walk, hair from New York and pretty Parisian curls I was nearly a soul

But I’ll be buried in Detroit Buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city Whoa ho, whoa ho

Ladies and gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight But you’re here with us in New York City Are you ready for a cabinet meeting? The issue on the table Secretary Hamilton’s plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality And it's fine with me cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Love ain't for keeping Lay down beside me Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But I know the clouds will pass You bring me tea Say "the babe's a-sleepin'" Black ash from the foundry

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Now you're in New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in

Bet you wish you heard about it. Kiss it goodbye. From Mexico to New York. Blondes from California. East Coast takes the cocaine, West Coast marijuana. You'll be on TV when it starts to snow in hell. You won't believe me, so go and see it for yourself.

Seventeen seventy-six New York City Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir? That depends, who’s asking? Oh, sure, sir I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir I have been looking for you I’m getting nervous Sir, I heard your name at Princeton

Throw me in the slam Catch me if you can That you're wearing Tearing me apart New York City blues East side, West side lose Goin' under, rats in the cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow