N.Y.C.

NYC
What is it about you?
You're big
You're loud
You're tough.
NYC
I go years without you.
Then I
Can't get
Enough.
Enough of cab drivers answering back
In a language far from pure.
Enough of frankfurters answering back;
Brother you know you're in
NYC
Too busy too crazy
Too hot
Too cold
Too late
I'm sold
Again
on NYC
(All)
NYC
(Grace Farrell)
The shadows at sundown.
The roofs
That scrape
The sky.
(All)
NYC
(Grace and Warbucks)
The rich and the rundown.
The big
Parade
Goes by.
(Warbucks)
What other town has the Empire State and a mayor 5 foot 2?
No other town in the whole 48 could half compare to you!
Oh!
(All)
NYC
(Warbucks)
You make more postcards!
(Grace and Warbucks)
You crowd
You cramp
You're still
The Champ
Amen
For NYC
The shimmer of Times Square
(Warbucks)
The pulse
(Grace)
The beat
(Warbucks)
The drive
You might say that I'm square
But damn
I come
Alive
(Grace and Warbucks)
The city's bright as a penny arcade
It blinks
It tilts
It rings
(Annie)
To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things
(All)
NYC
The whole world keeps coming
(Warbucks)
By bus
(Grace)
By train
(Warbucks and Grace)
You can't
Explain
Their yen
For
(Star-to-Be)
NYC
Just got here this morning
Three bucks
Two bags
One me
NYC
I give you fair warning
Up there
In lights
I'll be
Go ask the Gerschwins or Kaufman and Hart
The place they love the best
Though California pays big for their art
Their fanmail comes addresed to
NYC
Tomorrow a penthouse
That's way up high
Tonight
The Y
Why not?
It's NYC
(All)
NYC
You're standing room only
You crowd
You cramp
You're still
The champ
Amen
For NYC