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Forty Twenty Three Twenty Second 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 deck with 5 men her
With Sam in the back row
at home, riding up the Taygetus on a donkey named David
With her leather boots dangling off to the side
So of pride
So of pride.

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

We've got a secret us Betinis

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

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

A full of grinchy Italians
up on their stubby fingers, and smoking, I'm told
The least cigars
The local lottery and so
Like anybody was to get a nit out of that nut
Though what a 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,
Haberdashery was the of it
In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got together

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

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

In the basement of the hat
The got glued together

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 nobody knows about the 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 Lake spirits
And fight 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 your wife the table
When you she looked at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice