In dear old New York it's re-mark-a-ble ver-y!
The name on the lamp-post is un-nec-ess-ar-y!
You mere-ly have to see the girls to know what street you're on!
Fifth Av-en-ue beau-ties and dear old Broad-way girls!
The tail-or-made shop-pers the Av-en-ue "A" girls,
They're strict-ly all right but they're dif-fer-ent quite,
In the dif-'rent parts of town.
In old New York! In old New York!
The peach crop's al-ways fine!
They're sweet and fair and on the square!
The maids of Man-hat-tan for mine!
You can-not see in gay Par-ee, in Lon-don or in Cork!
The dreams you meet on an-y street
in old New York!
What-ev-er the wea-ther is shin-ing or show-er-y,
That does-n't cut an-y ice on the Bow-er-y
Eve-ry night till broad day-light, they dance and sing and talk!
The girls are all game and they're jol-ly good fel-lows,
They're not ver-y swell but they're none of them jeal-ous,
They go it a-lone in a style of their own on the Bow-ery in New York!