In what is known as old Manhattan
The Bronx and Staten Island, too
It's lovely going through
On old Delancey Street, you know
Compares with Mott Street
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
And Bowling Green you'll see
Your bathing suit so thin
Will make the shellfish grin
Sail on Jamaica Bay with you
The city's bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy
And starve together, dear
In Central Park we'll stroll
Where our first kiss we stole
We'll take to "Abie's Irish Rose"
I hope they'll live to see
The city's clamor can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
The Bronx and Staten Island, too
We'll try to cross Fifth Avenue
We'll find the Bronx Park Express
Our Flatbush flat, I guess
And in the station house we'll end
But civic virtue cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy