| D | F#m7 | Bm7 | A7 | D | A7 | G/B | A7 | F#m7 | Bm7-5 | |
| Summer | journeys | to Ni | ag'ra a | nd to | other p | laces | aggra | vate all our | cares; |
| Em7 | A7-9 | |
| We'll s | ave our fa | res. |
| D | F#m7 | Bm7 | A7 | D | A7 | G/B | A7 | |
| I've a | cozy l | ittle fl | at in w | hat is k | nown as | old Manh | attan; |
| C9 | B9 | Bb9 | Em7 | A7-9 | |
| We'll settle d | own | right h | ere in | town. |
| Melody: |
| D | Fdim | Em7 | A7/6 | D9 | |
| We'll have Ma | nhattan, | the Bronx and | Staten I | sland, too; |
| Fdim | Em7 | A7 | A7+5 | D | Fdim | Em7 | A7 | |
| It's l | ovely | going t | hrough | the zo | o. |
| D | Fdim | Em7 | A7/6 | Bm7 | |
| It's very | fancy | on old De | lancy St | reet, you know; |
| G7 | F#7 | F7 | E7 | F7 | E7 | A7 | G/B | A7 | |
| The | subw | ay ch | arms us | so | when balmy b | reezes blow | to and | fro. |
| D | Am7 | B7 | Em7 | A7/6 | DM7 | |
| And | tell me | what street | compares with | Mott Sreet | in July? |
| F3m7 | Fdim | Em7 | G/B | A7+5 | F#m7 | |
| Sweet p | ushcarts | gently | gli - | ding | by. |
| B7 | Fdim | B7 | Em7 | G/B | Gdim | Edim | F#m | Bm7 | E9 | |
| The | great | big | city's a | wond'rous | toy | just | made for a | girl and | boy. |
| D | Fdim | Em7 | A7/6 | A7-9 | D6 | Fdim | Em7 | A7 | |
| We'll turn Ma | nhattan | into an | isle | of j | oy. |
| 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. |
| And "My Fair Lady" is a terrific show, they say; |
| We both may see it close someday. |
| The city's clamour can never spoil the dreams of a boy and goil; |
| D | Fdim | Em7 | A7/6 | A7-9 | D6 | Fdim | Em7 | A7-9 | D6 | |
| We'll turn Ma | nhattan | into an | isle | of j | oy. |