Tommy Dorsey

 I like New York in June, how about you?
 I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
 I love a fireside when a storm is due,
 I like potato chips, moonlight
 And motor trips, how about you?

 I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
 And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill,
 Holding hands in a movie show
 When all the lights are low may not be new
 But I like it, how about you