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We'll have Manhattan |
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The Bronx and Staten Island too |
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It's lovely going through the zoo |
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It's very fancy |
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On old Delancey Street, you know |
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The subway charms us so |
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When balmy breezes blow to and fro |
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And tell me what street |
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Compares with Mott Street in July? |
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Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by |
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The great big city's a wondrous toy |
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Just made for a girl and boy |
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We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy |
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We'll go to the Greenwich |
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Where modern man itch to be free |
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And Bowling Green you'll see with me |
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We'll bathe at Brighton |
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The fish you'll frighten when you're in |
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Your bathing suit so thin |
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Will make the shellfish grin, fin to fin |
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And South Pacific |
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Is a terrific show they say |
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We both may see it close some day |
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The city's clamor can never spoil |
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The dreams of a boy and goil |
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We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy |
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We'll have Manhattan |
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The Bronx and Staten Island too |
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We'll try to cross Fifth Avenue |
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As black as onyx |
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We'll find the Bronnix Park Express |
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Our Flatbush flat, I guess |
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Will be a great success, more or less |
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A short vacation |
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On Inspiration Point we'll spend |
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And in the station house we'll end |
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But Civic Virtue cannot destroy |
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The dreams of a [Incomprehensible] |
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We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy |
