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
There I be! Ain't I pretty?
It's my city. I'm the 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!
Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun
I'm one highfalutin' son-of-a-gun
Don't ask me how fortune found me
Fate just crowned me
Now I'm king of New York
Look and see
Once a piker, now a striker, I'm the king of New York.
Victory! Front page story. Guts and glory.
I'm the king of NEW YORK!