Sissy's version. . .
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. I wanna be a part of it New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in a city, That doesn't sleep, And find I'm king of the hill Top of the heap.
These vagabond shoes Are longing to stray, right through the very heart of it New York, New York.
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in a city, That doesn't sleep,
And find I'm king of the hill, Head of the list, Cream of the crop At the top of the heap
These little town blues Are melting away I'll make a brand new start of it In old New York.
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere It's up to you, New York, New York.
After Sissy concludes her doleful performance, she chats with her brother's (married) boss. . .see clip below.NOTE: I love the conversation about living in Los Angeles. That used to be me. . .I was that cute artsy girl with a giant black leather portfolio case, waiting at the dilapidated L.A. bus stops (plural), on my way to those art & architecture classes...hmm, memories.
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