[Verse:] Poor old New York has been captured at last Broadway is up in the air We lost our hearts to a girl with a past Dear little sweet Polly Claire You'll hear them sing ev'rywhere [Refrain:] Polly, pretty Polly She's a jolly little dame Polly's created some talk Polly's the talk of New York Polly, pretty Polly Fun and folly is her aim A future at last for a girl with a past Pretty Polly is her name [2nd verse:] David Belasco's to blame for it all He brought the girl into sight Even invited New Yorkers to call Polly's at home ev'ry night Now we all sing with delight