There's a boat dat's leavin' soon for New York.
Come wid me, dat's where we belong, sister.
You an' me kin live dat high life in New York.
Come wid me, dere you can't go wrong, sister.
I'll buy you de swellest mansion
Up on upper Fi'th Avenue
An' through Harlem we'll go struttin',
We'll go astruttin', an' dere'll be nuttin'
Too good for you.
I'll dress you in silks and satins
In de latest Paris styles,
And de blues you'll be forgettin',
You'll be forgettin', there'll be no frettin'
Jes nothin' but smiles.
There's a boat dat's leavin' soon for New York.
Come wid me, dat's where we belong,
Sister, dat's where we belong!