I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due, I like potato chips, moonlight And motor trips, how about you? I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill, Holding hands in a movie show When all the lights are low may not be new But I like it, how about you.