I Happen to Like New York

by Cole Porter

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
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 town
And when I have to give 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