Ella Fitzgerald

 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 Delancy Street, you know;

 The subway charms us so    when balmy breezes blow to and fro.

 And tell me what street   compares with Mott Sreet in July?

 Sweet pushcarts gently gli - ding by.

 The great big city's a wond'rous toy     just made for 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.
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;

 We'll turn Manhattan into an isle  of  joy.