Lyrics
Fate sent her to me, over the sea from Spain,
She’s one in a million to me.
I found my romance when she went dancing by,
She must be a Castillian, si si!
Is she from Havana or Madrid?
But something about her
Is making me doubt her,
I think I remember the kid!
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
I can tell by her manana.
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
But not Havana!
Though she does a rhumba for us,
And she calls herself Dolores,
She was in a Broadway,
Known as Susie Donahue.
She can take her tambourine and whack it,
But with her it’s just a racket,
She’s a hoofer from Tenth Avenue!
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
She’s a Forty Second Streeter,
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.
Is she from Rio? (No! No! No!)
Havana? (No! No! No!)
Hamburg? (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
You can tell by her manana.
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
But not Havana!
Though she does a rhumba for us,
And she calls herself Dolores,
She was in a Broadway,
Known as Susie Donahue.
She can take her tambourine and whack it,
But with her it’s just a racket,
She’s a hoofer from Tenth Avenue!
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
She’s a Forty Second Streeter,
She’s a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.