Manhattan Melody Thats My New York Feat. Django Haskins With Branford Marsalis by Chris Stamey Lyrics
I love the sound of the traffic
The rat-tat-tat of the train
A rhapsody that's pneumatic
So new and strange
I love the cobblestone clatter
The horse-drawn carriages' sway
The way the pigeons all scatter
Out of my way
I want to be part of the crowd
When Wynton plays his trumpet so loud
I want to be part of the noise
When fireworks shine on Fulton Street shores
At Sylvia's up in Harlem
Veselka, Second Avenue
The pepper sauce is alarming
"Garçon, table for two!"
We'll skate at 30-Rock Center
Then Christmas shopping for toys
The Empire Diner for dinner
That's my New York
I want to be part of the crowd
When the Mets are bent on making us proud
I want to be on Sixth Avenue
When Macy's characters come into view
In Little Italy's bustle
Or Chinatown's mystery
The cardboard-box vendors hustle incessantly
We'll walk the High Line each morning
The Strand's for late afternoon
Then grab an F train to Brooklyn
A Park Slope rendezvous
I want to be out on the town
Times Square to watch the ball come down
I want to be out in the rain
With Charlie Parker stuck in my brain
The Circle Line 'round the city
Hoboken ferry, ahoy!
The Emerald Lady's so pretty
That's my New York
That's my New York
Goodnight New York
The rat-tat-tat of the train
A rhapsody that's pneumatic
So new and strange
I love the cobblestone clatter
The horse-drawn carriages' sway
The way the pigeons all scatter
Out of my way
I want to be part of the crowd
When Wynton plays his trumpet so loud
I want to be part of the noise
When fireworks shine on Fulton Street shores
At Sylvia's up in Harlem
Veselka, Second Avenue
The pepper sauce is alarming
"Garçon, table for two!"
We'll skate at 30-Rock Center
Then Christmas shopping for toys
The Empire Diner for dinner
That's my New York
I want to be part of the crowd
When the Mets are bent on making us proud
I want to be on Sixth Avenue
When Macy's characters come into view
In Little Italy's bustle
Or Chinatown's mystery
The cardboard-box vendors hustle incessantly
We'll walk the High Line each morning
The Strand's for late afternoon
Then grab an F train to Brooklyn
A Park Slope rendezvous
I want to be out on the town
Times Square to watch the ball come down
I want to be out in the rain
With Charlie Parker stuck in my brain
The Circle Line 'round the city
Hoboken ferry, ahoy!
The Emerald Lady's so pretty
That's my New York
That's my New York
Goodnight New York