Manhattan Songtext

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 whiles
And starve together dear, in Chiles

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

And for some high fair we'll go to "My Fair Lady"
We'll hope it closes someday
The city's glamor can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy!

The city's bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.