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Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was always wearing her

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

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

got a secret between us Betinis

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

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

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

In the back of the smoke shop,
was the least of it
In the basement of the hat
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
thousand dollars a day
Five thousand a day
Five thousand a day

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

But in that basement
In that back basement, a lot of got sewn up!
got a secret between us, Betinis

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