Manhattan

We’ll have Manhattan
The Bronx and Staten Island, too
It’s lovely going through
The zoo
It’s very fancy
On old Delancey Street, you know
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city’s a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We’ll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy
We’ll go to Yonkers
Where true love conquers
In the wilds
And starve together, dear
In Childs'
We’ll go to Coney
And eat baloney
On a roll
In Central Park we’ll stroll
Where our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul
The city’s clamor can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
We’ll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy
The city’s bustle cannot, no it cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy
We’ll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy