Ya don't need money when you're famous. They gives ya whatever ya want, gratis! Such as...? A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces A permanent box at the sheepshead races Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle My personal puss on a wooden nickle Look at me I'm the king of New York! Suddenly, I'm respectable Starin right at'cha, lousy with sta'cha Nobbin with all the muckety-mucks I'm blowin my dough and goin' deluxe And there I be! Ain't I pretty? It's my city. I'm the king of New York! A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it My very own bed and an indoor terlet A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter A regulr beat for the start reporter! Am-scray, punk, she's the king of New York! Whod'a thunk! I'm the king of New York! We was sunk, pale and pitiful, Buncha wet noodles Pulitzers poodles