NYC (Oliver Warbucks, Grace, Annie, Broadway Star-To-Be) - Voice

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 the cab drivers answering back
 In the language far from pure
 Enough of frankfurters answering back
 Brother, you know you're
 In NYC
 Too busy, too crazy
 Warbucks: Too hot, too cold, too late
 I'm sold again on NYC
 NYC
 The shadows at sundown
 The roofs, that scrape, the sky
 NYC
 The rich and the rundown
 The big parade goes by
 What other town has the Empire State
 And a mayor, five foot two
 No other town in the whole forty eight
 Can half compare to you
 Oh, NYC
 You make 'em all postcards
 You crowd, you cramp
 You're still the champ
 Amen For NYC
 The shimmer of Times Square
 The pulse, the beat
 The drive
 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
 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 Gershwins or Kaufman and Hart
 The place they love the best
 Though California pays big for their art
 Their fan mail comes addressed to NYC
 Tomorrow a penthouse
 That's way up high
 Tonight the "Y"
 Why not?
 It's NYC
 NYC
 You're standing room only
 You crowd, you cramp
 You're still the champ
 Amen
 For
 N
 Y