Forty-Second Street Lyrics
Forty-Second Street - The Boswell Sisters
Come and meet
Those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you to
Forty-Second Street
Hear the beat
Of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
Side by side they're glorified
Where the underworld
Can meet the elite
Forty-Second Street
Haudy gaudy
Love is Forty
Forty-Second Street
Forty-Second Street
Forty-Second Street
On the avenue
I'm taking you
Forty-Second Street
Forty-Second Street
Don't I love
The memory of
In the middle
In the middle of little old New York
You'll find the crowds all there
In the middle
It's the part of little old New York
Runs into old Times Square
You'll find an awful lot o' rhythm
No-one seems to care
If you have a little time to spare
I wanna take you there
Come and meet
Those dancin' feet
It's the song I love
That melody of
Forty-Second Street
Rough and tough guys
Park Avenue guys
All a-walkin' up and down the street
Lovely ladies
From the eighties
Give yourself a treat
All the couples struttin' side by side
Everybody walkin' there satisfied
Where the whole world meets success and defeat
Forty-Second Street