Ya don′t need money when you're famous.
They gives ya whatever ya want gratis!
A pair of new shoes with matchin′ 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!
My very own bed and an indoor terlet...
A barbershop haircut that cost a quarter...
A regular beat for the star reporter!
Am-scray, punk, Shes the king of New York!
Whod′a thunk! Im the king of New York!
We was sunk, pale, and pitiful,
Almost about to drown in the drink,
Not with liquor. Fame works quicker
When you′re 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!
I′m the king of New York!
This is gonna make both the Delanceys
Flashpots are shootin' bright as a sun!
Im one highfallutin′ son of a gun!
Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out!
I'm the king of New York!