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Forty Eight Twenty Twenty Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was always wearing her

back to Greece on the Normandy
Having dinner at the table
Sitting on the deck 5 men surrounding her
uncle Sam in the back row
Back at home, riding up the on a donkey named David
With her soft leather boots off to the side
So full of
So of pride.

Profitis Elias, so you can see us
4823 22nd St., standing there with overcoats
And those turbans with their silver
And ostrich and feather hats
And not far down from our koumbaros

We've got a secret us Betinis

In the of the Hawthorne smoke shop
In the basement of the hat
The fedoras got glued

But in that basement...
In that back basement, a lot of things got up!

A full compliment of grinchy
up on their stubby fingers, and smoking, I'm told
The least sophisticated
The local and so forth
Like anybody was to get a nit out of that nut
what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day friend and koumbaros Betinis
We've got a between us, Betinis

In the back of the Hawthorne shop,
was the least of it
In the of the hat factory
The got glued together

But in back basement...
In that basement, a lot of things got sewn up

got a secret between us, Betinis.
Five thousand a day
Five thousand a day
thousand dollars a day
Five thousand a day

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got together

But in that back
In that basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
We've got a secret between us,

Not that nobody knows, nobody knows about the white doves that flew out the cake at the brother's wedding
In your hat factory, Betinis, they up all the buffalo nickels
And silver certificates wrung from Superior spirits
And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on St.
And in exchange you put in your pants $5,000 a day to stick under your bed for
But later in the laundry, so you can free to chase your wife around the table
When you feel she looked at the apricot and boy twice