penthouse way up in the sky,
The sweet slice of heaven for
From all of society, we'll stay aloof
And live in propriety there on the roof
Two heavenly hermits, we will be in truth
We'll use life's mad pattern
Then we can thank our lucky star
That we're living as we are
In our little pet house we'll always contrive
To keep love and romance forever alive
In view of the Hudson just over the drive
Just picture a pethouse way up in the sky
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
Oh, well, anyway, we'll be alone
From all of society we'll stay aloof
And live in propriety there on the roof
We'll use life's mad pattern
as we view old Manhattan.
Then we can thank our lucky star
that we're living as we are.
And darling, for free we can