by Reverend Billy
It’s Up to Us, New York, New York!
Start spreading the wealth
I’m hoping to stay.
I came to live my life here
New York New York
These neighborhood shops
They call out my name
Don’t need no MasterCard here
In old New York
I want a city made of
Five hundred neighborhoods
Where we can pay decent rent
Buy a home if we shouldÖ
Those billionaire blues
They cannot compete
The greatness of this town
It’s on our own street
If I can move here
Not movin’ anywhere
It’s up to us
New York New York!