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