I like New York in June, how about you
I love a Gershwin tune, how about you
I love a fireside when a storm is due
I like potato chips, moonlight, motor trips, how about you
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And Frank Sinatra's looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in the movie show
When all the lights are low may not be new
But I like it, I like it, I like it, how about you
I like New York in June, how about you
I love a Gershwin tune, how about you
I love a fireside when a storm is due
I like potato chips, moonlight, motor trips, how about you
I'm mad about good books, I can't get my fill
And Billy Eckstine's looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in the movie show
When all the lights are low may not be new
But I like it, yes I like it, I like it, how about you