Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
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
And oh, the Easter Show at the Music Hall
A perfect delight
And oh, pastrami on rye at the Carnegie Deli
There's joy in each pie
And Madison Square for a Friday night fight
Or a walk along Broadway to guest at the lights
And at Carnegie Hall where the atmosphere's right
Life at the lights, at the night
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 wanna go to heaven, don't wanna go to (unverified)
I happen to like New York, I happen to like New York
I happen to like New York
I Happen to Like New York was written by Cole Porter.