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Apr 10, 1992 · He's dying! Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun. I'm one highfalutin' sonuva gun! Don't ask me how. Fortune found me, fate just crowned me. Now I'm King of New York! Look and see. Once a ...
I'm the king of New York! Wait and see! This is gonna make both the Delanceys Pee in their pants-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 ...
King of New York Lyrics. A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces! A permanent box at Sheepshead races! A porcelain tub with boilin' water! A Saturday night with the mayor's daughter! Look at me! I ...
He's the King of New York How 'bout that I'm the King of New York In nothing flat He'll be covering Brooklyn to Trenton Our man Denton Makin' a headline out of a hunch Protecting the weak and payin' for lunch When I'm at bat, strong men crumble Proud yet humble I'm the King of New York (He's the King of New York) I gotta be either dead or dreamin'
How 'bout that! I'm the king of New York. In nothing flat he'll be covering Brooklyn to Trenton, our man Denton. Makin' a headline out of a hunch. Protecting the weak and payin' for lunch. When I'm at bat strong men crumble. Proud yet humble. I'm (He's) the king of New York. I gotta be either dead or dreamin' 'Cause look at that pape with my ...
Theme from. New York, New York. " Theme from New York, New York ", often abbreviated to just " New York, New York ", is the theme song from the Martin Scorsese musical film New York, New York (1977), composed by John Kander, with lyrics by Fred Ebb. Liza Minnelli performs the song in the climax of the film.
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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 A barber shop haircut that costs 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 Buncha wet noodles Pulitzer's ...