Manhattan, I'm up a tree
The one I've most adored
Is bored with me
Manhattan, I'm awfully nice
Nice people dine with me
And sometimes twice
Yet the only one in the world I'm mad about
Talks of somebody else
And walks out
With a million neon rainbows burning below me
And a million noisy taxis raising a roar
Here I stand above the town drinking champagne with a frown
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor
And the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet
And the couples at the bars, they glamour for more
I'm deserted and depressed in my regal-eagle's nest
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor
When the only one you want, wants another
What's the good of swanking cash in the bank galore?
Why my janitor and his wife, they have a perfectly good love life
And here I am facing tomorrow alone in my sorrow
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor
