| Due to landscape gardeners gifted
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| Knickerbocker spaces are being lifted
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| So much
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| That you hardly know it as such
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| All the streets are being dressed up
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| So before they ruin Broadway, I suggest that
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| You go
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| To the city fathers and say, «Whoa!»
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| Glorify Sixth Avenue
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| And put bathrooms in the zoo
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| But please don’t monkey with Broadway
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| Put big floodlights in the park
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| And put Harlem in the dark
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| But please don’t monkey with Broadway
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| Though it’s tawdry and plain
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| It’s a lovely old lane
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| Full of landmarks galore and memories gay
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| So move Grant’s Tomb to Union Square
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| And put Brooklyn anywhere
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| But please, please, I beg on my knees don’t monkey with old Broadway
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| Plant trees in the Polo Grounds
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| And put Yorkville out of bounds
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| But please don’t monkey with Broadway
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| Close the Village honkytonks
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| And suppress cheering in the Bronx
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| But please don’t monkey with Broadway
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| Think what names used to dance
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| On this road of romance
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| Think what stars used to stroll along it all day
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| Make City Hall a skating rink
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| And push Wall Street in the drink
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| But please, please, I beg on my knees don’t monkey with old Broadway |