Ella Fitzgerald - Manhattan Lyrics
Summer journeys to niagraAnd to other places aggra-Vate all our cares.Well save our fares!Ive a cozy little flat inWhat is known as old manhattanWell settle downRight here in town!Well have manhattanThe bronx and statenIsland too.Its lovely going throughThe zoo!Its very fancyOn old delancyStreet you know.The subway charms us soWhen balmy breezes blowTo and fro.And tell me what streetCompares with mott streetIn july?Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by.The great big citys a wonderous toyJust made for a girl and boy.Well turn manhattanInto an isle of joy!Well go to yonkersWhere true love conquersIn the whilesAnd starve together dear, in chilesWell go to coneyAnd eat baloney on a rollIn central park well strollWhere our first kiss we stoleSoul to soulAnd my fair lady is a terrific show they sayWe both may see it close, some dayThe citys glamour can never spoilThe dreams of a boy and goilWell turn manhattanInto an isle of joy!Transcribed by todd peach <todd@thepeaches.com>(from this specific recording)Guy from bath england sent me this more complete version:VerseSummer journeys to niagraAnd to other places aggra-Vate all our cares.Well save our fares;Ive a cozy little flat inWhat is known as old manhattan,Well settle downRight here in town.Chorus 1Well have manhattan,The bronx and statenIsland too.Its lovely going through the zoo.Its very fancyOn old delanceyStreet you know.The subway charms us so,When balmy breezes blowTo and fro.And tell me what streetCompares with mott streetIn july?Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.The great big citys a wondrous toyJust made for a girl and boy --Well turn manhattanInto an isle of joy.Chorus 2Well go to greenwich,Where modern men itchTo be free,And bowling green youll see with me.Well bathe at brighton,The fish youll frightenWhen youre in,Your bathing suit so thinWill make the shellfish grin,Fin to fin.Id like to take aSail on jamaicaBay with you,And fair canarsies lakes well view.The citys bustle cannot destroyThe dreams of a girl and boy --Well turn manhattanInto an isle of joy.Chorus 3Well go to yonkers,Where true love conquersIn the wildsAnd starve together, dear, in childs.Well go to coneyAnd eat bolognyOn a roll,In central park well strollWhere our first kiss we stole,Soul to soul.And south pacificIs a terrificShow they say,We both may see it close some day.The citys clamour can never spoilThe dreams of a boy and goil --Well turn manhattanInto an isle of joy.Chorus 4Well have manhattan,The bronx and statenIsland too,Well try to cross fifth avenue.As black as onyxWell find the bronixPark express,Our flatbush flat, I guess,Will be a great success,More or less.A short vacationOn inspirationPoint well spend,And in the station house well end.But civic virtue cannot destroyThe dreams of a girl and boy --Well turn manhattanInto an isle of joy!
