| Summer journeys to Niag’ra |
| and to other places aggra- |
| vate all our cares. |
| We’ll save our fares! |
| I’ve a cozy little flat in what is known as old Manhattan |
| we’ll settle down |
| right here in town! |
| We’ll have Manhattan |
| the Bronx and Staten |
| Island too. |
| It’s lovely going through |
| the zoo! |
| It’s very fancy |
| on old Delancy |
| 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 gli-ding by. |
| The great big city’s a wonderous 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 «My Fair Lady"is a terrific show they say |
| We both may see it close, some day |
| The city’s glamour can never spoil |
| The dreams of a boy and goil |
| We’ll turn Manhattan |
| into an isle of joy! |
| (from this specific recording) |
| Guy from Bath England sent me this more complete version: |
| VERSE |
| Summer journeys to Niag’ra |
| And to other places aggra- |
| vate all our cares. |
| We’ll save our fares; |
| I’ve a cozy little flat in What is known as old Manhattan, |
| We’ll settle down |
| Right here in town. |
| CHORUS 1 |
| 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. |
| CHORUS 2 |
| We’ll go to Greenwich, |
| Where modern men itch |
| To be free, |
| And Bowling Green you’ll see with me. |
| We’ll bathe at Brighton, |
| The fish you’ll frighten |
| When you’re in, |
| Your bathing suit so thin |
| Will make the shellfish grin, |
| Fin to fin. |
| I’d like to take a Sail on Jamaica |
| Bay with you, |
| And fair Canarsie’s Lakes we’ll view. |
| The city’s bustle cannot destroy |
| The dreams of a girl and boy -- |
| We’ll turn Manhattan |
| Into an isle of joy. |
| CHORUS 3 |
| 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 bologny |
| On a roll, |
| In Central Park we’ll stroll |
| Where our first kiss we stole, |
| Soul to soul. |
| And South Pacific |
| Is a terrific |
| Show they say, |
| We both may see it close some day. |
| The city’s clamour can never spoil |
| The dreams of a boy and goil -- |
| We’ll turn Manhattan |
| Into an isle of joy. |
| CHORUS 4 |
| We’ll have Manhattan, |
| The Bronx and Staten |
| Island too, |
| We’ll try to cross Fifth Avenue. |
| As black as onyx |
| We’ll find the Bronix |
| Park Express, |
| Our Flatbush flat, I guess, |
| Will be a great success, |
| More or less. |
| A short vacation |
| On Inspiration |
| Point we’ll spend, |
| And in the station house we’ll end. |
| But Civic Virtue cannot destroy |
| The dreams of a girl and boy -- |
| We’ll turn Manhattan |
| Into an isle of joy! |