Lyrics: King Of New York

A pair of new shoes with matching laces
A permanent box at the cheap set races
A porcelain tub with boiling water
A Saturday night with the mayors daughter

Look at me I'm the king of New York
Suddenly I'm respectable starin right at ya
Lousy with stature

Nobbin with all the muckety mucks
I'm blowin my dough and going deluxe then
there I be ain't I pretty
it's my city
I'm the King of New York

A corduroy suit with fitted knickers
A mezzanine seat to see the flickers
Havana cigars that cost a quarter
an editors desk for the star reporter

tip your hat hes the king of new york (how bout that i'm the king of new york)
in nothing flat he'll be covering
Brooklyn to Trenton
our man Denton

making the headline out of hunch

protecting the weak

and paying for lunch

when i'm at bat
strong men crumble

proud yet humble
I'm the King of New York(He's the King of New York)

Gotta be either dead or dreamin
just look at that pape with my face beamin
tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
but I was a star for one whole minute.

Starting now, I'm the king of New York
Ain't ya heard I'm the King of New York
Holy Cow!
It's a miracle
Pulitzer's cryin, Weasel he's dying

Flashpots are shooting bright as the sun
I'm one high falutin 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