| I happen to like New York, I happen to love this town
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| I like the city air, I like to drink of it
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| The more I see New York, the more I think of it
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| I like the sight and the sound and even the stink of it
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| I happen to like New York
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| I like to go to Battery Park and watch the liners booming in
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| I often ask myself why should it be that they come so far across the sea?
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| I suppose it’s because they all agree with me
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| They happen to like New York
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| Last Sunday afternoon I took a trip to Hackensack
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| But after I gave Hackensack the once over
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| I took the next train back
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| I happen to like New York
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| And oh, the Easter Show at the Music Hall
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| A perfect delight
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| And oh, pastrami on rye at the Carnegie Deli
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| There’s joy in each pie
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| And Madison Square for a Friday night fight
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| Or a walk along Broadway to guest at the lights
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| And at Carnegie Hall where the atmosphere’s right
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| Life at the lights, at the night
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| I happen to like New York, I happen to love this burg
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| And when I have to give the world my last farewell
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| And the undertaker comes to ring my funeral bell
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| I don’t wanna go to heaven, don’t wanna go to hell
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| I happen to like New York, I happen to like New York
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| I happen to like New York |