King of New York
A pair of new shoes with mathcin laces.
A permanent box at the sheepshead races.
A porcelain tub with boilin water.
A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter.
Look at me, I'm the King of New York. Suddenly, I'm respectable, starin right atcha, loust 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 corduroy suit with fitted knickers.
A mezzanine seat to see the flickers.
Havana cigars that cost a quarter.
An editor's desk for the star reporter.
Tip your hat, he's the King of New York. (How bout that, I'm the king of New York.)
In nothin flat, he'll be coverin Brooklyn to Trenton, our man Denton.
Makin the headline out of a hunch.
Protectin the weak.
And payin for lunch.
When I'm at bat, strong men crumble.
Proud yet humble. He's the King of New York. (I'm the 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.
Startin now, I'm the King of New York. (Ain't ya heard, I'm the king of New York?) Holy cow. It's a miracle. Pulitzer's cryin, Weasel he's dyin.
Flashpots are shootin bright as the sun, I'm one high falutin son of a gun.
Don't ask me how. Fortune found me, fate just crowned me. I'm the King of New York.
Look and see. Once a piker, now a striker. I'm the King of New York.
Victory. Front page story. Guts and glory. I'm the King of New York.