Could be we’re biased by the beer out here in Oregon, but New York, New York sure is looking a lot like PDX Beervana these days. Oh well, start spreadin’ the news, Frank! Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it New York, New York I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps And find I'm king of the hill 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 New York, New York I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps And find I'm A number one, top of the list King of the hill, A number one 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, New York | New Yorker, Nov. 3, 2014: "Hip Hops" by Peter de Seve |