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.

Refrain: Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I’m taking you to 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, Forty–second Street.

(Naughty, bawdy, gaudy, sporty, Forty-second Street!)