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There's a new place at last to go spooning,
Where lovers can love with delight,
In the future just cut out your mooning,
And banish the stars from your sight.
Goodbye to the auto and trolley,
A new lover's lane has been found,
Where lovesick young Jimmy and Molly,
Can spoon day and night underground.
Down in the subway.
Oh what a place,
Under the isle of Manhattan
Speeding through space,
Just the place for spooning,
All the season 'round.
Way down, Way down in the subway,
Underneath the ground, ground.
Now the man in the moon looks deserted,
His face wears the smile of despair,
Underground it is broadly asserted,
That the "L" road is up in the air.
The show girl and even her chappie,
Will now lead a sub-cellar life,
If married and home is unhappy,
You can hide away from your wife.
Down in the subway.
Oh what a place,
Under the isle of Manhattan
Speeding through space,
Just the place for spooning,
All the season 'round.
Way down, Way down in the subway,
Underneath the ground, ground.
Conjecture: "the isle of Manhattan" was replaced with "Boston Harbor," as
the East Boston Tunnel opened in 1904.
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