I Wouldn’t Trade You

I wouldn't trade you for the whole big apple
The great white way, first base at Shea
I wouldn't swap you for the city's keys
Or all that stuff at Tiffanys
I wouldn't trade you for the whole big apple
To play the palace, the Met with Callas
Not even for the Rockefeller tree
Or corned beef at the Carnegie
Who needs breakfast after dark
Or counting stars in Central Park
The glamour, the grammar all leave me cold
But you keep me warm as I grow old
I wouldn't trade you for the whole big apple
The Circle Line, Le Cirque at nine
Not for a penthouse on Park Avenue
I wouldn't trade you
Who needs breakfast after dark
Or counting stars in Central Park
The glamour, the grammar all leave me cold
But you keep me warm as I grow old
I wouldn't trade you for the whole big apple
A plaza suite, Gene Kelly's feet
No deal on Wallstreet could change my view
Dow Jones and me are through
I wouldn't trade you