Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manhattan, artist - Onyx Collective. Album song Manhattan Special, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Record label: of tmwrk, Onyx Collective
Song language: English
Manhattan |
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 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 |