| New York city, New York city girl |
| New York city, New York city girl |
| You grew up ridin' the subways, |
| Runnin' with people up in Harlem, down on Broadway |
| You’re no tramp, but you’re no lady talkin' that street talk |
| You’re the heart and soul of New York city |
| And love, love is just a passing word |
| It’s the thought you had in a taxi cab that got left on the curb |
| When he dropped you off at East and the Third |
| Oh, oh, oh You’re a native New Yorker |
| You should know the score by now |
| You’re a native New Yorker |
| The music plays, everyone’s dancin' closer and closer |
| Makin' friends and findin' lovers |
| There you are lost in the shadows, searchin' for someone |
| To set you free from New York City |
| And oh, where did all those yesterdays go When you still believed love |
| Could really be like a Broadway show |
| You were the star, when did it close? |
| Oh, oh, oh You’re a native New Yorker |
| No more hope is the door |
| For a native New Yorker |
| Oh, oh, oh You’re a native New Yorker |
| You should know the score by now |
| You’re a native New Yorker |
| New York city, New York city girl |
| New York city, New York city girl |