She steps into
Her apartment
And flops in her
Favorite chair

Pushes up a
Reluctant window and
Enhales the
Friday air

Oh the sky's still blue
Earth now black
As the evening
Muscles in

She sips her brandy
And begins to relax
In the sanctum
Of her den

Joe swoops by
The look in her eye
Says
Everything

They take to the streets
With abundant delight
As the Village
Begins to sing

She's sitting pretty
Her face a radiant glow
She loves her husband
But she likes to talk to Joe

She and Joe
Go a long way back
To Louie and
All that jazz

Hudson River
Liquid Smoke
The haze such
A gas

Even the Waldorf Astoria
Held stories of its own
Secrets of Victoria
Ripe as August corn

Brownstones
Cobblestones
Taverns and
Cabarets

Kissing so good
Hollywood
Them were
The days

She's sitting pretty
A dam from head to toe
She loves her children
But she likes to talk to Joe

She's so pretty
A flower in her hair
Skirt sliced at the knee
The men just had to stare

Well that
Stage Door Johnny
Dapper and funny
Also befriended Joe

Tickled his fancy
Martinied at Clancy's
And dinner at
Delmonicos

A dam in a blazer
With snow on her hat
Meandered through
The bar's backdoor

A looker's looker
Cheekbones like razors
The dudes were
Promptly floored

Atop the bar with
Park Avenue legs
She smiled just
Because
From near and afar
The gentlemen begged
And greeted her
With that applause

She's sitting pretty
Like a lovely rose
She loves her family
But she likes to talk to Joe

She's sitting pretty
Her face a radiant glow
She loves her husband
But she likes to talk to Joe

If one concludes
Ménage à trois
It would be a faux paux
In France

For those
In the know
Would only say
The threesome like to dance

They say she
Put the man in Manhattan
And he kept the new
In New York

They loved each other
But nothing happened
But giggles
Galore

Well I'll meet you
At McSorley's
For an onion
And a beer

We'll talk to Joe
Laugh and sing
Don't you love
This place my dear

You
Me
And
Joe

Who knows
Where
We'll
Go

She's
So
Pretty

She's
So
Pretty...