A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at Sheepshead Races
A porcelain tub with boilin' water
A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter

Look at me!
I'm the King of New York!
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Starin' right atcha
Lousy with stature
Knobbin' with all the muckety-mucks
Start blowin' my dough
And goin' deluxe
And there I be
Ain't I pretty?
Its my city
I'm the King of New York

A courderoy suit with fitted knickers
A mezanine seat to see the flickers
Havana cigars that cost a quarter
An editor's desk for the star reporter!

Tip your hat!
He's the King of New York!
(How 'bout that, I'm the King of New York)
In no time flat
He'll be coverin'
Brooklyn to Trenton
Our man Denton
Makin' a headline out of a hunch
Protectin' the weak
And payin' for lunch
When I'm at bat
Strong men tumble
Proud men humble
He's (I'm) the King of New York

Either we be dead or dreamin'
Cuz look at that pape with my face beamin'
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute!

Starting now!
I'm the King of New York
(Ain't ya heard? I'm the King of New York)
Holy cow!
Its a miracle
Pullitzer's cryin'
Weasel, he's dyin'!

Like sparks, we're shootin' bright as the sun!
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun!
Don't ask me how
Fortune found me
Fame just crowned me
I'm the King of New York!

Look and see!
Once a piker
Now a striker!
I'm the King of New York!

Front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the King of New York!

Lyrics submitted by manprettys_panties

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