Lyrics of King of new york (bonus track)

Ya don''t need money when you're famous! they gives ya whatever you want! gratis.
Such as...?
A pair o' new shoes with matchin' laces
A permanent box at the sheepshead races.
Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle.
My personal puss on a wooden nickel!
Look at me, i'm the king of new york!
Soddenly, i'm respectable
Starin' right atcha,
Lousy with statcha.
Nobbin with all the muckity mucks,
I'm blowin my dough, and goin deluxe
And there i be!
Ain't i pretty?
It's my city,
I'm the king of new york.