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 maybe twice
Yet the only one in the world I’m really mad about
Talks of somebody else and then walks out

With a million neon rainbows burning below me
And a million noisy taxis raising a roar
Here I sit, above the town
In my {?} gown
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor

While the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet
And the elite at twenty one they clamor for more
I’m so deserted, I'm so depressed
In my regal eagle nest
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor

When the only one you wanted wants another
What’s the use of swank and cash in the bank galore
Why, even my janitor’s wife
Has a very substantial love life
And here am I
Facing tomorrow
Alone in my sorrow
Down in the depths on the ninetieth floor