New Directions Boys (New Directions Girls:)
Bum, bum, bum (Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Bum, bum, bum (Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)

Artie:
Yeah, yeah, now I'm up at Brooklyn (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Now I'm down in Tribeca, right next to DeNiro (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
But I’ll be hood forever, I’m the new Sinatra (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Yeah they love me everywhere

Finn:
I used to cop in Harlem (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
All of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Five Sixty State street (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries

Puck:
Cruising down 8th street (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Off white Lexus (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I’m up at BedStuy (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Home of that boy Biggie (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Still sipping Mai Tai's (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
J-gga I be spiked out (Santana: C'mon)
I can trip a referee (Santana: C'mon)
Tell by my attitude (Santana: C'mon) that I most definitely from…

Santana and Rachel with New Directions:
In New York (Puck: Hey, aha)
Concrete jungle (Puck: Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can’t do (Puck: Yeah)
Now you’re in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Puck: Aha aha aha)
These streets will make you feel brand new (Rachel: You feel brand new) (Puck: New)
Big lights will inspire you (Rachel: Inspire you) (Puck: Cmon)
Let's hear it for New York (Puck: Your welcome old G)
New York, New York (Puck: I hold you high sugar)

Finn:
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa)
Dude I made a Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa), but I aint a crip tho
But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though
Welcome to the Melting Pot (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa), corners where we selling rocks
Africa bambaataa, home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act

Puck:
8 million stories out there in it naked (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
The city is a pity half o' y’all won’t make it (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Me (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made" (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I’m payin' Dwayne Wade
3 dice Cee-Lo (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
3 card Marley (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Labor Day Parade, Rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)(Santana: Cmon)
Long live the World trade (Santana: C'mon) (New Directions: Yeah, eh)
Long live the kingdom (Santana: C'mon) (New Directions: Yeah, eh)
I’m from the empire state that's…

Santana with New Directions:
In New York (Rachel: New york!) (Puck: Heey) (Santana: Huh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can’t do (Puck: That you can't do) (Mercedes: You can't do, oh)
Now you’re in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Santana: Huh, yeah) (Puck: Welcome to the bright lights baby)
These streets will make you feel brand new (Rachel: You feel brand new) (Mercedes: Brand new, baby)
Big lights will inspire you (Rachel: Inspire you) (Mercedes: Oh)
Let's hear it for New York (Santana: Uh, huh)
New York (Santana: Yeah)
New York (Santana: Uh, huh) (Rachel: Yeah, hey)

Artie:
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
So they can step out of bounds quick (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa), the side lines is
Lined with casualties (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Who sipping life casually (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Then gradually become worse (Mercedes: Uh, huh) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum), don’t bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in crowd (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa), now your in-style
End in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out (Mercedes: Whoa, hoo)
The city of sin is a pity on a whim (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum) (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

Finn:
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out (Mercedes: Hoo, hoo) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum) (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city your a virgin, and (Mercedes: Oh, oh, oh) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum) (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends (Mercedes: Yeah yey Yeah Yeah) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Came here for school (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa), graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight (Mercedes: Oh, whoa)
Dub MHS (Santana: C'mon) (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions: Yeah, eh)
Got you feeling like a champion (Santana: C'mon) (Mercedes: Oh, whoa)
The city never sleeps (Santana: C'mon) better slip you an Ambien (New Directions: Yeah, eh)

Santana with New Directions:
In New York (Rachel: New york!) (Finn: Huh, huh) (Santana: Yeah, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Rachel: Haa hi yeah)
There's nothing you can’t do (Mercedes: Nothing you can’t do) (New Directions: You can’t do)
Now you’re in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Mercedes: Yeah, yeah, eh) (Santana: Huh, huh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (Rachel: You feel brand new) (Mercedes: New) (New Directions: You feel brand new)
Big lights will inspire you (Rachel: Inspire you) (Mercedes: You) (New Directions: Inspire you)
Let's hear it for New York (Santana: Huh, huh)
New York (Santana: Yeah) (Mercedes: New York)
New York (Santana: Huh, huh) (Rachel: Yeah, hey)

Mercedes with Santana and New Directions Girls:
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air

Mercedes and Finn with New Directions:
Everybody say yeah (Santana: C'mon), yeah (Santana: C'mon)
Yeah, (Santana: C'mon) yeah!

Santana and Rachel with New Directions:
In New York (Mercedes: New York) (New Directions: New York) (Santana: Yeah, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Mercedes: Jungle, yeah, yeah)
There's nothing you can’t do (New Directions: You can’t do)
Now you’re in New York (Mercedes: New York, New York) (Artie: New York) (Santana: Yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (Mercedes: Brand new) (New Directions: Brand new)
Big lights will inspire you (Mercedes: Inspire you) (New Directions: Inspire you)
Let's hear it for New York (Mercedes: New York) (Santana: Huh)
New York (Mercedes: New York) (Santana: Yeah)
New York (Mercedes: New York, yo whoa) (Santana: Huh, uh)

New Directions Boys:
Bum, bum, bum

New Directions Girls:
Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa