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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 |
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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 |
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To and fro |
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And tell me what street |
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Compares with Mott Street |
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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 |
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Into an isle of joy |
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We'll go to Greenwich |
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Where modern men itch |
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To be free |
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And Bowling Green you'll see |
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With me |
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We'll bathe at Brighton |
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The fish you'll frighten |
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When you're in |
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Your bathing suit so thin |
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Will make the shellfish grin |
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Fin to fin |
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I'd like to take a |
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Sail on Jamaica Bay with you |
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And fair Canarsie's lake |
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We'll view |
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The city's bustle cannot destroy |
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The dreams of a girl and boy |
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We'll turn Manhattan |
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Into an isle of joy |
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We'll go to Yonkers |
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Where true love conquers |
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In the wilds |
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And starve together, dear |
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In Childs' |
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We'll go to Coney |
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And eat baloney |
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On a roll |
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In Central Park we'll stroll |
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Where our first kiss we stole |
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Soul to soul |
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Our future babies |
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We'll take to "Abie's Irish Rose" |
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I hope they'll live to see |
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It close |
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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 |
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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 |
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More or less |
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A short vacation |
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On Inspiration Point |
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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 girl and boy |
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We'll turn Manhattan |
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Into an isle of joy |
