A
bizarre little
ditty written by
Rogers and Hart in 1925.
Summer journeys to Niagara 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 take Manhattan
The Bronx and Staten Island too
It's lovely going to 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 to 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 go to Coney
And eat bologna 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 live to see it close
The city's clamor can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
We'll make Manhattan into an isle of joy