Lyrics

The Broadway I Know



Suzette crepe ain’t got no place, no place to call it home

and I’m a sucker for a mango shake and a belly full of provolone

Don’t buy my dinners with a credit card

Just pickin’ up the quarters in my own backyard

Woking on the sidewalk for an extra bar of chocolate



(chorus)

You’ve got to win if you even show

Don’t buy your ticket til it’s time to go

and they say it’s so on the Broadway I know



On the Sunday streets the old men meet, lining piles of dominoes

Oh the lucky man with the top hand, calling hey now, away it goes

There’s some music in a doorway and I gotta dance

Senorita won’t you come on give me just one chance

Gliding down the sidewalk for an extra chunk of romance



And hey in the window they’re crawling down the firehose

runnin’ cross the rooftops

bet they didn’t teach you ‘bout that in Great Neck



I don’t understand a single word of Spanish,

I can’t call a spade a spade

And sometimes I stand out llike a white man’s handout

Sittin’ out the world he made

I can cruise through the stickball game around my feet

Slalom through the traffic when I cross the street

Smile at being left the way I want to be in this town