The bells are ringing for me and my gal
The birds are singing for me and my gal
Everybody′s been knowing to a wedding they're going
And for weeks they′ve been sewing every Susie and Sal
And when I tell them that I'm the guy
They'll never believe me that from this great big world
You have chosen me
Well now the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows ′em pearly white
Just a jackknife has old Macheath dear
And he keeps it well hidden out of sight
Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum
Cuckoo-Dum-Dum, Lucy Brown
Well the line forms on the right dear
Now that Mackie is back in town
They heard the breeze in the trees
Whistlin′ weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
Then from a whippoorwill high on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn 'til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, they rehearsed it
And they gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to Mancini
If I could be any tree in the ground
Like to be a tree where the birds hang around
Everybody needs to be loved and I′m no exception
I was born to reject rejection
If only for today
Send a little love, send a little love
Send a little love my way
Somewhere there's music, how faint the tune
Somewhere there′s heaven, how high the moon
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart, how high
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want you to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right up through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that does not sleep
And find I′m king of the hill
The very top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
We'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If you can make it there
You'll make it anywhere
It′s up to you
New York, New York, New York
New York, New York
It′s a helluva town
New York
Writer(s): Leonard Bernstein, Adolph Green, Betty Comden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
