You Discover You're In New York

Written for: The Gang's All Here (1943)
Lyric: Leo Robin
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1943
Original publisher: Twentieth Century Music Corporation, rights controlled by Triangle Music Corporation

Sheet music version:

Verse:

You're in the spell of the tropics,
Palm trees are plainly in view;
Things that they tell of the tropics,
Seem for a while to be true;

Chorus:

You're in the kind of a place that seems,
Like a little cabaret in Rio;
Then you hear a boogie-woogie trio,
And you discover you're in New York.
A señorita with flashing eyes
Looks to you as if she might be chummy;
But she only wants to play gin-rummy,
And you discover you're in New York.
You hear a tropical drum,
You're drinking tropical rum;
You're in a tropical spot
And yet, you really are not;
In case you're missing the point,
You're in a typical joint
On gay Broadway.
For just a minute or two, you feel
That you're down around the old equator,
Then you're interrupted by the waiter,
A South American named O'Rourke,
And discover you're in New York.

Movie version:

Verse:

(Carmen Miranda:) Such a very handsome fellow,
So you come to welcome me?
(Phil Baker:) In the place of Fiorello,
I present you with the key...
(Chorus:) To Broadway and Harlem,
And Greenwich Village, too;
You'll see a lot of places
That will seem like home to you.
(Miranda, spoken:) Oh, yes?

Chorus 1:

(Miranda, sung:) You're in the kind of a place that seems
Like a little cabaret in Rio,
Then you hear a boogie-woogie trio;
And you discover you're in New York.
A señorita with the flashing eyes
Looks to you as if she might be chummy;
But she only wants to play gin-rummy,
And you discover you're in New York.
You hear a tropical drum,
You drink a tropical rum;
You're in a tropical spot
And yet, you really are not;
In case you're missing the point,
You're in a typical joint
On gay Broadway.
For just a minute or two, you feel
Like you're down around the old equator,
Then you're interrupted by the waiter,
A South American named O'Rourke,
And discover you're in New York.

Chorus 2:

(Chorus girl 1:) You're in the kind of an atmosphere
That would set a Latin heart a-flutter.
(Chorus girl 2:) Then you try to get a piece of butter
And you discover you're in New York.
(Chorus girl 3:) You have a feeling you're in Brazil
And you hope the ladies understand you.
(Chorus girl 4:) Then you start to pay the check they hand you
And discover you're in New York.
(Chorus girl 5:) You hear Hawaiian guitars,
You smoke Havana cigars;
(Chorus girl 6:) You build a castle in Spain
And then you order chow-mein.
(Alice Faye:) And from a Swede or a Swiss,
You get a tropical kiss
On gay Broadway.
(Miranda:) You hear a wonderful rumba dance
With the rhythm of the old West Indies,
But you're right across the street from Lindy's,
Or at the club they call the Stork,
And discover you're in New York.

Partial chorus:

(Miranda:) You want to be with a big, strong man,
And the jungle music is so creepy,
But they gentleman with you is sleepy,
And you discover you're in New York,
(All:) And, you discover you're in New York.