Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
Think of the changes it brings
For the short time it takes
What a difference it makes
In the ways of the people and things
Oh, what a fine bunch of bluebirds
Oh, what a gay atmosphere
They have whiskers like hay
And imagine Broadway
Only forty-five minutes from here

Only forty-five minutes from Broadway
Not a cafe in the town
Oh the place is a bird, no one here ever heard
Of Delmonico, Rector, or Browne
With a ten dollar bill you're a spendthrift
If you open a bottle of beer
You're a sport so they say, and imagine Broadway
Forty-five minutes

My mother's name was Mary
She was so good and true
Because her name was Mary
She called me Mary, too

She wasn't gay or airy
But plain as she could be
I hate to meet a Mary
Who calls herself "Marie"

For it is Mary, Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society will say "Marie"
But it was Mary, Mary
Long before the fashions came
And there is something there that sounds so square
It's a grand old name

It's awfully nice of all of you to see me to the train (So long, Mary)
I didn't think you'd care if you should ne'er see me again (You're wrong, Mary)

This reminds me of my family,
On the day I left Schenectady.
To the station then they came with me
I seem to hear them say

So long, Mary
Mary, we will miss you so
So long, Mary
How we hate to see you go
We'll all be longing for you
While you roam
So long
Don't forget to come back home