Cole Porter — I Happen to Like New York

I happen to like New York I happen to like this town I like the city air, I like to drink of it The more I know New York, the more I think of it I like the sight and sound and even the stink of it I happen to like New York I like to go to Battery Park and watch those liners moving in I often ask myself, "Why should it be That they should come from 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 And after I gave Hackensack the once-over, I took the next train back I happen to like this town I happen to love this burg And when I have the world a last farewell And the undertaker starts to ring my funeral bell I don't want to go to heaven, don't want to go to hell I happen to like New York I happen to like New York