De: Richard Rodgers e Lorenz Hart
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
push carts gently gliding by
The
great big city's a wond'rous toy
Just
made for 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
bologny on a roll
In
Central Park, we'll stroll
Where
our first kiss we stole
Soul to
soul
And for
some high fare
We’ll go
to “My Fair Lady” say
We’ll
hope it close some day
The city’s
clamour can never spoil
The
dreams of a boy and girl
We'll
turn Manhattan
Into an
isle of joy
The city’s
bustle cannot, no it cannot destroy
The
dreams of a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into a isle of joy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into a isle of joy
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