Lyrics Come Back To Me - Vic Damone
Ooooh,
New
York!
Ooooh,
New
York!
Grew
up
in
a
town
that
is
famous
as
a
place
of
movie
scenes
Noise
is
always
loud,
there
are
sirens
all
around
and
the
streets
are
mean
If
I
can
make
it
here,
I
can
make
it
anywhere,
that's
what
they
say
Seeing
my
face
in
lights
or
my
name
in
marquees
found
down
on
Broadway
Even
if
it
ain't
all
it
seems,
I
got
a
pocketful
of
dreams
Baby
I'm
from
New
York!
Concrete
jungle
where
dreams
are
made
of
There's
nothing
you
can't
do
Now
you're
in
New
York!
These
streets
will
make
you
feel
brand
new
Big
lights
will
inspire
you
Hear
it
for
New
York,
New
York,
New
Yooork!
On
the
avenue,
there
ain't
never
a
curfew,
ladies
work
so
hard
Such
a
melting
pot,
on
the
corner
selling
rock,
preachers
pray
to
God
Hail
a
gypsy
cab,
takes
me
down
from
Harlem
to
the
Brooklyn
Bridge
Some
will
sleep
tonight
with
a
hunger
for
more
than
an
empty
fridge
I'ma
make
it
by
any
means,
I
got
a
pocketful
of
dreams
Baby
I'm
from
New
York!
Concrete
jungle
where
dreams
are
made
of
There's
nothing
you
can't
do
Now
you're
in
New
York!
These
streets
will
make
you
feel
brand
new
Big
lights
will
inspire
you
Hear
it
for
New
York,
New
York,
New
Yooork!
One
hand
in
the
air
for
the
big
city
Street
lights,
big
dreams,
all
looking
pretty
No
place
in
the
world
that
can
compare
Put
your
lighters
in
the
air,
everybody
say
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
In
New
York!
Concrete
jungle
where
dreams
are
made
of
There's
nothing
you
can't
do
Now
you're
in
New
York!
These
streets
will
make
you
feel
brand
new
Big
lights
will
inspire
you
Let's
hear
it
for
New
York,
New
York,
New
Yooork!
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