If I had the means
I mean the means you need my darling,
We could abscond away so gaily on my pennyfarthing
In my arms you’d be, cause there’s no second seat
An acrobatic feat, a challenge I would gladly meet for you
It’s clear, there’s no veneer,
I’m merely just a poor new yorker
And I got nothing here to offer to a knikkerbakker
All in all
What you get is what you see,
All I have to offer you is me
Strolling past the barbershop, I gander at the sign atop
A couple dancing red and white,
A swirling peppermint in flight
Delightful contraries, a sweet confectionary
A better flavor we could find if I was intertwined with you
It’s clear, there’s no veneer,
I’m merely just a poor new yorker
And I got nothing here to offer to a knikkerbakker
All in all
What you get is what you see,
All I have to offer you is me