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New York, New York on 42nd street that's where me and Joe use to meet the cars and smells, buzzers and bells the poverty and poor outside rich hotels hats and glasses keep you safe near the train tracks were colors fade to shades of grey New York, New York on 42nd street that's where the fat cats of business like to meet smoking cuban cigars and drinking french wine O how they love it, O how time flies by I'd sooner be of a plaid jacket and a bowl of soup then a tie and a business suit For all these things I have seen, In New York, New York on 42nd street