King of new york lyrics Jack Feldman / Alan Menken

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’m the king of New York
Suddenly, I’m respectable
Starin’ right at ‘cha lousy 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 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
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 miracle
Pulitzer’s cryin’, weasel, he’s dyin’
Flashpots are shootin’ bright as the sun
I’m one highfalutin’ son of a 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 piker
Now a striker
I’m the king of New York
Front page story
Guts and glory
I’m the king of New York
Songwriters: Jack Feldman / Alan Menken


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