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