Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 the sound, and even the stink of it
I happen to like New York
[Verse 2]
I like to go to Battery Park
And watch those liners blooming in
I often ask myself, why should it be
That they should come so far from across the sea?
I suppose it's because they all agree with me
They happen to like New York
[Verse 3]
On Sunday afternoon
I took a trip across to Hackensack
But when I give the Hackensack the once over
I took the next train back
[Verse 4]
I happen to like this bird
I happen to like this town
And when I have to give the world my last farewell
And the undertaker starts to ring my funeral bell
I don't wanna go to heaven
Don't wanna go to hell
I happen to like New York
I happen to love New York
Written by: Cole Porter
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