From “The Ziegfeld Follies of 1927”
Words and music by Irving Berlin
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Let me place a crown
On my favorite town
Let me sing its praises to the sky
Not because I’m there
As it’s humble Mayor
But because you feel the same as I
Chorus
There’s a spot in my heart
That’s becoming a part
Of my New York
There’s a warm little beat
For each corner and street
Of my New York
I gaze at Father Knickerbocker
Resting on the map
With seven million children
Sitting pretty in his lap
And there’s something inside
That is bursting with pride
For my New York
Chorus
Money talks and it speaks
To the Turks and the Greeks
In my New York
The Armenians, too
Soon found out that it grew
In my New York
The Irish sing of Ireland
Being heaven with a tear
Well Ireland may be heaven
But they all come over here
If their coming should cease
We would have no police
In my New York
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: