You don't need money when you're famous, they give you whatever you want, gratis! Such as? A pair of new shoes with matching laces Permanent box at the sheep's head races Strami on rye with a sour pickle A personal cuss on a wooden nickel Look at me, I'm the king of New York Suddenly, I'm respectable Staring right at ya, lousy with stature Mopping with all the boggarty mocks Uploading my dole and going deluxe And there I be, ain't I pretty? It's my city, I'm the king of New York A chronicle watch with a chain to twirl in My very own bad auntie named George Herlin A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter A regular beat from Star Reporter Amespray Punk, she's the king of New York Who'd have thought, I'm the king of New York We was sunk, pale and pitiful Muncho and doodles, polishers, poodles Almost about to drown in the drink When she pissed us out and drowned us in ink So let's get drunk! Go with liquor, fame works quicker when you're king I gotta be either dead or dreaming Cause look at that paper with my face beaming Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it But I was a star for one whole minute Hooray! Alex! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Look at me, I'm the king of New York Wait and see, this is gonna make both of the Lansies pee in their panties My spots are shooting bright as the sun I'm what I salute, the son of a gun I guarantee, though I've cracked out I ain't tapped out, I'm the king Friends may flee, let them ditch us Snap one picture, you're the king History, front page story Gods and glory, I'm the king Of New York!