I Happen to Like New York (From the New Yorkers) - Live @ the Carlyle

I happen to like New York, I happen to love this town
 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
 I happen to like New York, I happen to like New York
 I happen to like New York