Lyrics:

New York is on fire
And my back's against the wall
It's coming down to the wire
Is it really all my fault?
On fifth and on third
Floor number 17
I don't know what you've been hearing
Or even what you are to me
New York is on fire
And my back's against the wall
It's coming down to the wire
Is it really all my fault?
New York, New York
There's a pretty blue bottle
Sitting on a shelf
Now it's in a million pieces
And it reminds me of myself
Now we can't burn forever
And the leaves, they have to fall
Is it now or is it never?
Did you ever love me at all?
New York, New York is on fire
And my back's against the wall
It's coming right down to the wire
Is it really all my fault?
New York, New York is on fire!
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York