There is a town that's New York.
The swiftest that a town may be.
It's always gay
And there's only one Broadway.
So it's the only place for me.
When on its broad Rialto, I
With others of my set go by,
I may not have a cent
But I'm thoroughly content
For on Broadway I'm within the public eye.
Now that's New York, that's New York,
In your best or worst condition,
It's a sporty proposition
And that's New York, that's New York.
If some time walking down the street,
A pretty girl you chance to meet
Of course she's modest quite;
And should not be out at night;
But then her trust in you is complete,
So then you take her out to dine,
And freely blow her off to wine.
She's just a little shy,
But you find out by and by,
That to feed her, you would have to own a mine.
Now that's New York, that's New York,
In your best or worst condition,
It's a sporty proposition
And that's New York, that's New York.
Now when you pay five cents to ride,
And somehow chance to go inside,
You get a little strap
In a girl's reluctant lap,
The company says, "Be satisfied."
If some sad night you lose your head,
And one cold copper cops you dead,
Just show that you are alive;
Spring a crisp inviting five,
And I warrant you that nothing will be said.