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Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was wearing her turbans

Sailing back to Greece on the
Having dinner at the captain's
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 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 turbans with their Arabian silver
And ostrich and feather hats
And not far down from our Betinis

We've got a between us Betinis

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

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

A compliment 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 a lucky loser is our five 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 back basement...
In back basement, a lot of things got sewn up

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

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

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

Not that nobody knows, like nobody 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 Lake Superior
And prize foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on 12th St.
And in exchange you put in your pants $5,000 a day to stick under bed for starters
But later in the laundry, so you can feel free to chase your around the table
When you feel she at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice