Finale: Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Down

Oooh oooh, New York

Oooh oooh, New York

Grew up in a town,

That is famous as a place of movie scenes

Noise is always loud

There are sirens all around

And the streets are mean

If I could make it here

I could make it anywhere

That's what they say

Seeing my face in lights

Or my name in marquees found down on Broadway

Even if it ain't all it seems

I got a pocketful of dreams

Baby, I'm from

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Hear it for New York, New York, New York

On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew

Ladies work so hard

Such a melting pot on the corner selling rock

Preachers pray to God

Hail a gypsy cab

Takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge

Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger

From more than an empty fridge

I'm making by any means

I got a pocketful of dreams

Baby, I'm from

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty

No place in the world that can compared

Put your lighters in the air

Everybody say yeah, yeah yeah

I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Hear it for New York