Fate sent her to me, over the sea from Spain,
And she is one in a million for me.
I found my romance when she went dancing by,
And 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!

Yeah!
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 rumba for us,
And she calls herself Dolores,
She was in a Broadway chorus,
Known as Susie Donahue.

She can take her tambourine and whack it,
But the hurry's jus a racket,
She's a hoofer from Fifth Avenue!
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
She's a Forty Second Streeter,
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.

Yeah!
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 rumba for us,
And she calls herself Dolores,
She was in a Broadway chorus,
Known as Susie Donahue.

She can take her tambourine and whack it,
But the hurry's jus a racket,
She's a hoofer from Fifth Avenue!
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
She's a Forty Second Streeter,
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.

Writer : WARREN, HARRY / DUBIN, AL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.