Hey Manhattan!

Hey Manhattan! - Prefab Sprout

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

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

Some days 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 doobie doo

Hey Manhattan Doobie doo