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