King Of New York

Ya don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want gratis!
Such as?

A pair o' new shoes with matchin' 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 stature
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 York

A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and an indoor terlet
My barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
A regular beat for the star reporter

Am-scray, punk!
She's the king of New York!
Whod'a thunk!
I'm the king of New York!
We was sunk, pale, and pitiful
Bun'cha 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! Yeah!
Not with liquor, fame works quicker
When you're king of New York

I gotta 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!
Look at me
I'm the king of New York!
Wait and see!
This is gonna make both the Delanceys
Pee in their pant-sies
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun!
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun!

I guarantee
Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out!
I'm 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!