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King Of New York (Full Song With Dance Break) (Bonus Track)
Kara Lindsay
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You don't need money when you're famous
They gives you whatever you want, gratis
Such as?
A pair of new shoes with matching laces
A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle
My personal puss on a wooden nickel
Look at me, I'm the king of New York
Suddenly, I'm respectable
Staring right at ya, lousy rich stature
Lovin' with all of my giddy-mucks
Up low in my dough and going deluxe
And there I be, ain't I pretty?
It's my city, I'm the king of New York
A conical watch with a chain to twirl it
My very own bed and he named George Herlin
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter
Regular beat for a star reporter
And spray paint, she's the king of New York
Who'd a thunk?
I'm the king of New York
We were sunk, pale and pitiful
Muncha and Doodles
Pulitzers poodles
Almost about to drown in the drink
When she missed us out
And drowned us in ink
So let's get drunk
Yeah
Up with liquor, fame works quicker when you're king of New York
I gotta be either dead or dreaming 'cause
Look at that paper with my face beaming
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute
All right
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Look at me, I'm the king of New York
Wait and see, this is gonna make both
The Delanceys pee in their pantsies
Flash pods a-shootin' bright as the sun
I'm one highfalutin son of a gun
I guarantee, though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out
I'm the king of New
Friends may flee, let 'em ditch you
Snap one picture, you're the king of New
History, front page story
God and glory, I'm the king
Of New York
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