Guess what ! Summer's arrived I feel the world's on my side
|
The Brooklyn Bridge stretches below me
|
A billion souls all dying to know me
|
Well here I am ! Loaded with promise
|
And knee deep in grace
|
What I want is here on my face and
|
I feel like I own the whole damn place
|
|
Hey Manhattan ! Here I am ! Call me star-struck Uncle Sam.
|
Strolling Fifth Avenue
|
- Just to think Sinatra's been here too
|
These myths we can't undo they lie in wait for you
|
We live them till they're true,
|
Manhattan doobie doo. Hey Manhattan doobie doo.
|
|
Someday's you've got to get outside - Look there's "The Carlyle"
|
That's the place where Kennedy stayed,
|
And where were you when he died ?
|
(Yeah some things are slow to fade.)
|
There they were - Loaded with promise
|
Knee deep in fate - When what you want shows on your face
|
All that's left litters the whole damn place
|
|
Hey Manhattan ! Here I am ! Call it bad luck Uncle Sam.
|
Scrounging Fifth Avenue
|
- Just to think the poor could live here too
|
But what are they to do ? These myths belong to you,
|
We live them till they're true,
|
Manhattan doobie doo. Hey Manhattan doobie doo
|
|
-----------------
|
Hey Manhattan !
|
Prefab Sprout |