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