I happen to like New York

I HAPPEN TO LIKE NEW YORK (Cole Porter) performed by Bobby Short 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 the sound and even the stink of it. I happen to like New York. I like to go to Battery Park and watch those liners booming in. I often ask myself, why should it be they should come so far across the sea. I suppose it's because they all agree with me. They happen to like New York. On Sunday afternoon I took a trip across to Hackensack, But when I gave Hackensack the once over, I took the next train back. I happen to like this burg. I happen to like this town. And when I have to give the world my 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 love New York.