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 doo-bie-doo
Hey Manhattan doo-bie-doo

Somedays 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
And knee deep in fate
When what you want shows on your face and
All that's left litters the whole damn...

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 doo-bie-doo
Hey Manhattan doo-bie-doo