We'll take Manhattan,
The Bronx and
Staten Island, too
It's lovely going
Through the zoo
Well, 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'
Mmm, we'll go to Coney
And eat baloney
On a roll
In Central Park
We'll stroll
Where first a kiss
We stole, soul to soul
And for a high fizz,
We'll go to Les Miz, say
We'll hope it closes,
Someday
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...