A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces A permanent box at Sheepshead races A porcelain tub with boilin' water A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter Look at me I'm the King of New York Suddenly, I'm respectable Starin' right at 'cha Lousy with stature Nobbin' with all the muckety 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 A corduroy suit with fitted knickers A mezzanine seat to see the flickers Havana cigars that cost a quarter An editor's desk for the Star Reporter Tip your hat He's the King of New York How 'bout that In nothing flat