Back when there was real singing of real words and real music
Our kiss was a sky-ride to the highest star
We made it without touching a handlebar
And I gave you my love
To the melody of the music, the madness
That made our Manhattan serenade
I remembered the music from its expansion in the classic "Mouse in Manhattan" cartoon, but I didn't remember the words. Were my dad still alive, he'd say, "Don't you remember any of the music I taught you?"