Leonard Bernstein

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

New York, New York -- it's a hell of a town.

We've got one day here, and not another minute,
To see the famous sights,
We'll find the romance and danger waiting in it,
Beneath the Broadway lights.
But we've hair on our chests,
So what we like the best are the nights.
Sights, Lights, Nights.

New York, New York --
A hell of a town,
The Bronx is up and the Battery's down.
The People ride in a hole in the ground.
New York, New York --
It's a hell of a town.

The famous places to visit are so many,
Or so the guidebook's say,
I promised Daddy I wouldn't miss not any,
And we've got just one day.
Got to see the whole town from up Yonkers on
Down to the bay -- in just one day.

New York, New York --
A visitor's place
Where no one lives (on account of the pace)
But seven million are screaming for space.
New York, New York --
It's a visitor's place.

Manhattan women are dressed in silks and satins,
Or so the fella's say,
There's just one thing that's important in Manhattan,
When you've got just one day.
Gotta pick up a date -- maybe seven or eight
On your way.
In just one day.

New York, New York --
A hell of a town,
The Bronx is up and the Battery's down.
The People ride in a hole in the ground.
New York, New York --
It's a hell of a town.

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SOME OTHER TOWN

Twenty-four hours can go so fast,
You look around -- the day has past.
When you're in love, time is precious stuff;
Even a lifetime isn't enough.

Where has the time all gone to?
Haven't done half the things we want to.
Oh well, we'll catch up
Some other time.

This day was just a token;
Too many words are still unspoken.
Oh well, we'll catch up
Some other time.

Just when the fun is starting,
Comes the time for parting.
But let's be glad for what we've had,
And what's to come.

There's so much more embracing
Still to be done-but time is racing.
Oh well, we'll catch up
Some other time.

Didn't get half my wishes --
Never have seen you dry the dishes.
Oh well, we'll catch up
Some other time.

Can't satisfy my craving,
Never have watched you while you're shaving.
Oh well, well catch up
Some other time.

Just when the fun's beginning,
Comes the final inning,
But let's be glad for what we've had,
And what's to come.

Haven't had time to wake up,
Seeing you there without your makeup.
Oh well, we'll catch up
Some other time.

Just when the fun is starting,
Comes the time for parting.
But let's be glad for what we've had,
And what's to come.

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SOMETHING'S COMING

Could be,
Who knows,
There's something due any day I will know right away
Soon as it shows.

It may come cannonballing down through the sky,
Gleaming it's eye,
Bright as a rose.
Who knows?

It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.

I got a feeling there's a miracle due
Gonna come true
Coming to me.

Could it be?
Yes it could.
Something's coming,
Something good
If I can wait.

Something's coming
I don't know what it is
But it is gonna be great.

With a click,
With a shock
Phone will jingle
Door will knock
Open the latch.

Something's coming
Don't know when
But it's soon
Catch the moon
One-handed catch.

Around the corner
Or whistling dound the river
Come on, deliver,
To me.

Will it be?
Yes it will,
Maybe just by holding still
It'll be there.

Come on something,
Come on in
Don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair.

The air is humming
And something great
Is coming.

Could be,
Who knows,
It's only just out of reach
Down the block
On a beach
Maybe tonight,
Maybe tonight....

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AMERICA

Puerto Rico, you lovely Island,
Island of tropical breezes.
Always the pineapples growing,
Always the coffee blossoms blowing.

Puerto Rico, you ugly island,
Island of tropic diseases.
Always the hurricanes blowing
Always the population growing.

And the money owing.
And the babies sighing.
And the bullets flying.
I like the Island Manhattan.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in.


I like to be in America,
OK by me in America,
Everything free in America,
(For a small fee in America.)

I like the city of San Juan.
I know a boat you can get on.
Hundreds of flowers in full bloom.
Hundreds of people in each room.

Automobile in America,
Chromium steel in America,
Wire-spoke wheel in America,
Very big deal in America.

I'll drive a buick to San Juan. |
If there's a road you can drive on.
I'll give my cousins a free ride.
How you get all of them inside?

Immigrant goes to America,
Many "hellos" in America.
Nobody knows in America,
Puerto Rico's in America.

I'll bring a TV to San Juan.
If there's a current to turn on.
I'll give them new washing machince.
What have they got there to keep clean?

I like the shores of America,
Comfort is yours in America,
Knock on all doors in America,
Wall to wall floors in America.

When I will go back to San Juan.
When you will shut up and get gone.
Everyone there will give big cheer.
Everyone there will have moved here.

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GEE, OFFICER KRUPKE

Dear, kindly Sargent Krupke
You gotta understand,
It's just our bringing up-ke
That gets us out of hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks,
Golly Moses, naturally we're punks.

Gee, Officer Krupke, we're very upset.
We never had the love that every child ought to get.
We ain't no delinquents, we're misunderstood.
Deep down inside us there is good.

Dear kindly Judge your honor,
My parents treat me rough.
With all the marijuana,
They won't give me a puff.
They didn't want to have me,
But somehow I was had.
Leapin' Lizards, that's why I'm so bad.

Gee, Officer Krupke, you're really a square.
This boy don't need a judge, he needs an analyst's care.
It's just his neurosis that ought to be curbed.
He's psychologically disturbed.

My father is a bastard
My mom's an SOB
My grandpa's always plastered
My grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears a mustache,
My brother wears a dress
Goodness Gracious, that's why I'm a mess.

Gee, Officer Krupke, you're really a slob.
This boy don't need a doctor, just a good honest job.
Society's played him a terrible trick
And sociologically he's sick.

Dear kindly social worker,
They say go earn some dough,
Like be a soda-jerker
Which means like be a schmo.
It's not I'm anti-social I'm only anti work.
Glorioski, that's why I'm a jerk.

Gee, Officer Krupke, you've done it again,
This boy don't need a job, he needs a year in the pen.
It ain't just a question of misunderstood,
Deep down inside him -- he's no good.

The trouble is he's lazy,
The trouble is he drinks,
The trouble is he's crazy,
The trouble is he stinks,
The trouble is he's growing,
The trouble is he's grown.
Krupke, we got troubles of our own.

Gee, Officer Krupke,
I'm down on my knees
Cause no one wants a fella with a social disease.
Gee, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?
Gee, Officer Krupke -- Krup you.