Lyrics

Mum, I'm mad about Manhattan I've already been out dancing There's so much going on here Every day is an event I went into a deli And I had this salt beef sandwich Well, I very nearly fainted, Mum It was the size of Kent I can't keep writing letters It's slow and so old fashioned You have to go online, Mum Make life easier for me There's no need to be frightened Any idiot can log on You managed very well Going from vinyl to CD Girls, I've got this small apartment It's not quite "Friends" or "Frasier" I don't think it would cut the ice With many New York men I tried to go out clubbing But I felt like such a saddo They say this city never sleeps But I'm in bed by 10 When are you coming over? The shopping here is brilliant I've got Jimmy Choo's and Fendi They were going for a song Well, I got them on Canal Street But just like sex for one, girls Solo retail therapy Don't scratch the itch for long The latest craze for singles Is something called speed dating Twenty blokes an hour Must be one there meant for me Look, I know I sound quite desperate But it could be such a giggle I might find Mr. Right, girls Well, I might find two or three