Maureen McGovern - Let's Take A Walk Around The Block Lyrics






I never traveled further North than old Van Courtland Park
And never further South than the aquarium
I've seen the charm of Jersey City, but first, let me remark
I saw it from the Empire State solarium

But I've been putting nickels in the postal savings bank
And when those nickels pile up, we can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour

Someday, we'll go places
New lands and new faces
The day we quit punching the clock
The future looks pleasant
But at present
Let's take a walk around the block

I give you my promise
We'll visit St. Thomas
And then, at the Virgins, we'll dock
The Virgins can wait, sir
It grows late, sir
Let's take a walk around the block

Gangway, we'll begin
When our ship comes in
I'll sit on your lap
All over the map

To London in May time
To Venice in play time
To Paris in time for a frock
To Boston in bean time
Darling, meantime
Let's take a walk around the block

Gangway, we'll begin
When our ship comes in
You'll sit on my lap
All over the map

We'll send the folks cables
Accumulate labels
Buy souvenirs till we're in hock
Right now, we are flat in
Old Manhattan
Let's take a walk around the block

Let's take a walk around the block





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  1. b.... ....

    Thank you and for crediting the songwriters.

  2. A.... M....

    This outtake is really the all-time best version of this song. Ellla was a Manhattan girl and sells this witty ditty the way nobody else could. The photo slideshow is as charming and as perfect as can be. Bravo, and thank you for posting it.

  3. T.... ....

    No one could enjoy a mistake better than She.

  4. R.... H....

    Nice job of finding visuals to go with the lyrics.

  5. h.... ....

    Absolutely the best!

  6. E.... C....

    My sweet, sweet Ella.  What a perfect voice

  7. E.... F....

    This is an alternate take to this wonderful song. Near the end of the song, the great Ella kinda muffs the words after "we'll send the folks cables... accumulate labels" and recovers quickly, but the damage is done, and knowing the take is blown, has fun with the song till the end.
    Tiny mistake and all, I prefer this version to the sactioned version that made it onto The Harold Arlen Songbook.

    E.... F....

    Agreed. You hear the true artists in these moments.