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 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 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 lake
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.
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.
Our
future babies
We'll
take to "Abie's
Irish
Rose."
I
hope they'll live to see
It
close.
The
city's clamor can never spoil
The
dreams of a boy and goil.
We'll
turn Manhattan
Into
an isle of joy.
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 Bronnix
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! |
