King Of New York piano leadsheet with chords

A pair of new shoes with a matching laces.

A permanent box at the Sheepshead races.

Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle.

My personal puss on a wooden nickel.

Look at me:

I'm the king of New York!

Suddenly, I'm respectable, starin' right at'cha.

lousy with sta'cha.

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....

A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it.

My very own bed and a indoor terlet.

A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter.

A regular beat for the star reporter!

Amscray, punk, she's the king of New York!

We was sunk,

pale and pitiful, bunch of wet noodles,

Pulitzer's poodles.

Almost about to drown in the drink when she fished us out.

And drowned us in ink.

So let's get drunk!

Not with liquor.

Fame works quicker when the king of New....

A you're king of New York.

ta 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!

the King of New...

Friends may flee,

let 'em ditch 'ya!

Snap one pit'cha, you're the king of New...

History! Front page story!

Guts and glory!

I'm the king...

of New York!