| 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. |