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Forty Eight Three Twenty Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was always her turbans

Sailing back to on the Normandy
Having at the captain's table
Sitting on the with 5 men surrounding her
uncle Sam in the back row
Back at home, riding up the Taygetus on a donkey David
With her soft leather boots dangling off to the
So of pride
So of pride.

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

We've got a between us Betinis

In the back of the smoke shop
In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got together

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

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

In the of the Hawthorne smoke shop,
Haberdashery was the of it
In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got together

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

We've got a between us, Betinis.
Five thousand a day
Five thousand a day
Five dollars a day
Five thousand a day

In the basement of the hat
The fedoras got glued

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

Not that nobody knows, like knows about the white doves that flew out the cake at the brother's wedding
In hat factory, Betinis, they count up all the buffalo nickels
And silver certificates from Lake Superior spirits
And prize foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on 12th St.
And in exchange you put in pants $5,000 a day to stick under your bed for starters
But later in the laundry, so you can feel free to chase wife around the table
you feel she looked at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice