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.
(Melody:)
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 gli - ding 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,
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.