Classic Poem

VERSE

When you seek variety
You don't have to sail the sea,
So why cross the foam
When it's right here at home?
For originality
Rhythm, dance, and gaiety,
A symphony of races,
I'll guarantee the place is —

REFRAIN

Tan Manhattan, tan Manhattan
Where the south is north of Central Park.
Tan Manhattan, tan Manhattan
Where the sun is brightest after dark.
It's the center of a thousand topics,
You will think that you are in the tropics.
Hang your hat in tan Manhattan,
It's the magic town, within a town, done up brown.

PATTER

Red-hot gals from Dixieanna,
Senoritas from Havana,
Babies from the Philippines,
Cuties from the Argentines,
Graceful maids from fair Antigua,
Trinidad and Porto Rica,
Panama and Martinique,
Ev'ry kind of type you seek, in

REPEAT REFRAIN