Summer journeys to Niag'ra and to other places aggravate 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 Sreet in July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wond'rous 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
And "My Fair Lady" is a terrific show, they say
We both may see it close someday
The city's clamour can never spoil the dreams of a boy and goil
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy