I Happen to Like New York

I happen to like New York

I happen to like this town

I like the city air, I like to drink of it

The more I know New York, the more I think of it

I like the sight and sound and even the stink of it

I happen to like New York

I like to go to Battery Park and watch those liners moving in

I often ask myself, "Why should it be

That they should come from far across the sea?"

I suppose it's because they all agree with me

They happen to like New York

Last Sunday afternoon, I took a trip to Hackensack

And after I gave Hackensack the once-over, I took the next train back

I happen to like this town

I happen to love this burg

And when I have the world a last farewell

And the undertaker starts to ring my funeral bell

I don't want to go to heaven, don't want to go to hell

I happen to like New York

I happen to like New York