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Forty Eight Three Twenty Second Street

Now, as for my
Who on me

She was always her turbans

back to Greece on the Normandy
Having dinner at the captain's
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
With her soft leather boots off to the side
So of pride
So of pride.

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

got a secret between us Betinis

In the of the Hawthorne smoke shop
In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

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

A compliment of grinchy Italians
Counting up on stubby fingers, and smoking, I'm told
The least sophisticated
The local and so forth
Like anybody was to get a nit out of that nut
what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day friend and koumbaros Betinis
We've got a secret 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 that basement...
In that back basement, a lot of things got up

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

In the of the hat factory
The fedoras got glued

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

Not that 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 buffalo
And silver certificates wrung from Lake Superior
And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking in the closets on 12th St.
And in exchange you put in your pants $5,000 a day to under your bed for starters
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