Lyric Hey Manhattan !

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