Empire State of Mind (Part II)

Ooh, New York
Ooh, 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
Seein' my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down on 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 meltin' pot on the corner sellin' rock
Preachers pray to God

Hail a gypsy cab takes me down
From Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger
For more than an empty fridge

I'ma 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
Hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

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