Manhattan - Dinah Washington

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 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

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