CHAPTER ELEVEN
GO AHEAD, TAKE A BITE OUT OF THE BIIIIIG APPLE
“Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
“These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York
“I want to wake up in a city, that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap
“These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York
“New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
To find I'm a number one, head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap.
“These little town blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York”
--“NEW YORK, NEW YORK”
By Frank Sinatra