| We’ll have Manhattan
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| The Bronx and Staten Island too
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| It’s lovely going through the zoo
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| It’s very fancy
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| On old Delancey Street, you know
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| The subway charms us so
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| When balmy breezes blow to and fro
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| And tell me what street
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| Compares with Mott Street in July?
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| Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
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| The great big city’s a wondrous toy
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| Just made for a girl and boy
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| We’ll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy
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| We’ll go to the Greenwich
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| Where modern man itch to be free
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| And Bowling Green you’ll see with me
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| We’ll bathe at Brighton
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| The fish you’ll frighten when you’re in
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| Your bathing suit so thin
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| Will make the shellfish grin, fin to fin
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| And South Pacific
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| Is a terrific show they say
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| We both may see it close some day
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| The city’s clamor can never spoil
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| The dreams of a boy and goil
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| We’ll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy
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| We’ll have Manhattan
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| The Bronx and Staten Island too
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| We’ll try to cross Fifth Avenue
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| As black as onyx
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| We’ll find the Bronnix Park Express
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| Our Flatbush flat, I guess
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| Will be a great success, more or less
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| A short vacation
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| On Inspiration Point we’ll spend
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| And in the station house we’ll end
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| But Civic Virtue cannot destroy
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| The dreams of a
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| We’ll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy |