John Barrowman - I Happen to Like New York Lyrics
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I Happen to Like New York
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What Are The Lyrics For I Happen to Like New York By John Barrowman?
I happen to like New York, I happen to love this town
I like the city air, I like to drink of it The more I see 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 I like to go to Battery Park and watch the liners booming in I often ask myself why should it be That they come so far across the sea? I suppose it's because they all agree with me They happen to like New York Last Sunday afternoon, I took a trip to Hackensack But after I gave Hackensack the once over I took the next train back I happen to like New York And oh, the Easter Show at the Music Hall A perfect delight And oh, pastrami on rye at the Carnegie Deli There's joy in each pie And Madison Square for a Friday night fight Or a walk along Broadway to guest at the lights And at Carnegie Hall where the atmosphere's right Life at the lights, at the night I happen to like New York, I happen to love this burg And when I have to give the world my last farewell And the undertaker comes to ring my funeral bell I don't wanna go to heaven, don't wanna go to [unverified] I happen to like New York, I happen to like New York I happen to like New York |
Who Wrote I Happen to Like New York By John Barrowman?
Cole Porter
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