In the heart of little old New York
You'll find a thoroughfare
It's the part of little old New York
That runs into Times Square
A crazy quilt that Wall Street Jack built
If you've got a little time to spare
I want to take you there
Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you too
Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you too
Forty-second street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
It's the song I love the melody of
Forty-second street
Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet
They're side by side, they're glorified
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Where the underworld can meet the elite
Forty-second street
(He stole my purse)
