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Forty Twenty Three Twenty Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was wearing her turbans

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

Profitis Elias, so you can see us
4823 22nd St., standing there with overcoats
And those turbans with Arabian silver
And ostrich and papagou hats
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 got glued together

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

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

In the of the Hawthorne smoke shop,
was the least of it
In the basement of the hat
The fedoras got glued

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

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

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

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

Not that knows, like nobody 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 wrung from Lake spirits
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 wife around the
When you feel she looked at the and boysenberry boy twice