Summer journeys

To Niag'ra

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!