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