I like the city air, I like to drink of it
The more I see New York, the more I think of it
I like the sight and the sound and even the stink of it
I happen to like New York
I like to go to Battery Park and watch the liners
booming in
I
often ask myself why should it be that they come so far across the sea?
I
suppose it's because they all agree with me
They
happen to like New York
Last Sunday afternoon I took a trip to Hackensack
But
after I gave Hackensack the once over
I
took the next train back
I
happen to like New York
And oh, the Easter Show at the Music Hall
A
perfect delight
And
oh, pastrami on rye at the Carnegie Deli
There's
joy in each pie
And
Madison Square for a Friday night fight
Or
a walk along Broadway to guest at the lights
And
at Carnegie Hall where the atmosphere's right
Life
at the lights, at the night
I
happen to like New York, I happen to love this burg
And
when I have to give the world my last farewell
And
the undertaker comes to ring my funeral bell
I
don't wanna go to heaven, don't wanna go to hell
I
happen to like New York, I happen to like New York
(“I
happen to like New York”, de Cole Porter)