I Happen To Like New York

(From The New Yorkers)

(Live At The Carlyle) - Bobby Short

I happen to like New York

I happen to love this town

I like the city air

I like to drink of it

The more I see New York

The more I think of it

I like the sight and the sound

And even the stink of it

I happen to like New York

I like to go to Battery Park

And watch the liners booming in

I often ask myself

Why should it be

That they come

So far across the sea

I suppose it's

Because they all agree with me

They happen to like New York

Last Sunday afternoon

I took a trip to Hackensack

But after I gave Hackensack

The once over

I took the next train back

I happen to like New York

I happen to love this burg

And when I have to

Give the world my last farewell

And the undertaker comes to

Ring my funeral bell

I don't want to go ahead again

Don't want to go ahead

I happen to like New York

I happen to like New York