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Forty Twenty Three Twenty Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was always wearing her

Sailing back to on the Normandy
dinner 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 named David
With her soft leather boots off to the side
So full of
So of pride.

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

got a secret between us Betinis

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

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

A full compliment of Italians
Counting up on their fingers, and smoking, I'm told
The least sophisticated
The local lottery and so
anybody was going to get a nit out of that nut
Though what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day 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 fedoras got glued

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
Five dollars a day
Five dollars a day
Five dollars a day

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

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

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