King Of New York

Ya don't need money when you're famous
 They gives you whatever you want gratis!
 Such as?
 A pair o' new shoes with matchin' laces
 A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races
 Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
 My personal puss on a wooden nickel
 Look at me
 I'm the king of New York!
 Suddenly, I'm respectable
 Starin' right at'cha, lousy with stature
 Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks
 I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe
 And there I be!
 Ain't I pretty? It's my city
 I'm the king of New York
 A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
 My very own bed and an indoor terlet
 My barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
 A regular beat for the star reporter
 Am-scray, punk!
 She's the king of New York!
 Whod'a thunk!
 I'm the king of New York!
 We was sunk, pale, and pitiful
 Bun'cha wet noodles, Pulitzer's poodles
 Almost about to drown in the drink
 When she fished us out
 And drowned us in ink!
 So let's get drunk! Yeah!
 Not with liquor, fame works quicker
 When you're king of New York
 I gotta be either dead or dreamin'
 'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'
 Tomorrow, they may wrap fishes in it
 But I was a star for one whole minute!
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 Look at me
 I'm the king of New York!
 Wait and see!
 This is gonna make both the Delanceys
 Pee in their pant-sies
 Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun!
 I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun!
 I guarantee
 Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out!
 I'm the king of New
 Friends may flee, let 'em ditch ya!
 Snap one pit'cha, you're the king of New
 History!
 Front page story, guts and glory
 I'm the king
 Of New York!