I Happen To Like New York

I Happen To Like New York - John Barrowman (約翰·巴洛曼)

I happen to like New York I happen to love this town

I like the city air I like to drink of it

The more I see 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 the liners booming in

I often ask myself why should it be

That they come so 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

But after I gave Hackensack the once over

I took the next train back

I happen to like New York

I happen to love this burg

And when I have to give the world my last farewell

And the undertaker comes to ring my funeral bell

I happen to like New York I happen to like New York

I happen to like New York