You'll moon the moon in a mellow tone Liquoristic, unusual titles that drift in cones of incense The piano comes in a loud pebble Thoughts of me are overflowing You'd be so nice to come home to listen to the piano Clear pine moon note, white in the blue pine evening Oh, New York! Oh, Perna! Oh, Salina! Ivory's! Oh, America! Your music, we could love you Those age-old, ageless couples touch each other in the deep For it's, it's as they say, in the heart Oh, New York! Oh, Perna! Oh, Salina! Ivory's! Oh, America! Your music, we could love you Those age-old, ageless couples touch each other in the deep For it's, it's as they say, in the heart Oh, New York! Oh, Perna! Oh, Salina! Ivory's! Oh, America! Your music, we could love you Those age-old, ageless couples touch each other in the deep For it's, it's as they say, in the heart Oh, New York! Oh, Perna! Oh, Salina! Ivory's! Oh, New York! You're on the moon, in a mellow tone Pick a leaf to make onions and pickles A griff in cones of incense, like your old company An old pepper starts at the hour All the glowing units on earth do come on to listen to piano Clear pine moon notes, white in the blue, white evening Oh, New York! Oh, Perna! Oh, Salina! Ivory's! Oh, America! Your music, we could love you Those age-old, ageless couples touch each other in the deep For it's, it's as they say, in the heart In the heart In the heart