I'll take Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island too, it's lovely going through the zoo
It's very fancy on old Delaney 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 push carts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy, just made for a girl and boy.
I'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.
I'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 shellfish grin fin to fin.
I'd like to take a sail on Jamaica Bay with you, the fair Canarsies Lake we'll view
The city's bustle cannot destroy the dreams of a girl and boy,
I'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.
Frank Sinatra - Manhattan Lyrics
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I'll take Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island too, it's lovely going through the zoo
It's very fancy on old Delaney 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 push carts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy, just made for a girl and boy.
I'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.
I'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 shellfish grin fin to fin.
I'd like to take a sail on Jamaica Bay with you, the fair Canarsies Lake we'll view
The city's bustle cannot destroy the dreams of a girl and boy,
I'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.
It's very fancy on old Delaney 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 push carts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy, just made for a girl and boy.
I'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.
I'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 shellfish grin fin to fin.
I'd like to take a sail on Jamaica Bay with you, the fair Canarsies Lake we'll view
The city's bustle cannot destroy the dreams of a girl and boy,
I'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy.