[Verse 1]

New York at dawn

You bon vivant

I should be in my room

You got me chasing moonlight

[Verse 2]

New York at dawn

You bon vivant

You send me on a binge

Throw caution through the window

[Chorus 1]

Hideaways and promenades

And “may I take you home?”

Cigarettes and cool coquettes

And disconnected phones

Lucky, I guess

They call you Mister Lucky

[Verse 3]

New York at dawn

You bon vivant

You powder up my nose

Then put me on the clothes line

[Chorus 2]

Plaza suites and sleepy streets

And melancholy skies

Broken hearts and other parts

Silly little taxi-cab goodbyes

Lucky, I guess

So you say you’re Mister Lucky

[Coda]

You’re like the late late show

Perfect for lazy romance