Can I remember how this song and dance began? Yes, I can, damn right I can It began, well, anyway you see there was this man Who stopped and asked me if I knew, which way was Lexington Avenue He said, "I'm gone-a Bloomingdale's" I said, "I'm gone-a Bloomingdale's" So we hoofed it over the Bloomingdale's He wanted to buy some jockey shorts Then he said, "Miss, would you like a cup of tea Or maybe some seven-up?" I left the tip, picked up the tab for the jockey's shorts and the taxicab He dropped me off and I burned! Boy let that be a lesson to ya Lower the boom girl, lower the boom But what can you do when he knocks on your door? Cause they locked him out of his furnished room So he moves in He moves in with his jockey's shorts and a paper bag Nothing else He needs toothpaste and a tooth brush And pajama tops He needs razor blades, a razor and a comb Several He needs sistering and brothering and fathering and mothering He needs a hat to hang up in my flat and call it home In no time at all I find we're very much in love And I'm blushing like a sentimental slob And he's kissing me and hugging me And all the time he's bugging me to Go out and try to find myself a better paying job Comes July, it's ninety-eight degrees He wants a coat, a fur lined coat Fur collar, cuffs, the works. While I really didn't begrudge it When I figured out my budget for that coat I had to dance with something like Eleven hundred jerks Comes February, ten degrees I need a coat, need a coat to walk his poodle That I bought. so he gives me his old sweatshirt A muffler and a stretchshirt And I gave to him, ha The bronchial pneumonia that I caught Then I give him pocket money, Poker money, smoking money, skating money Bowling money, movie money, haircut money Shoeshine money, Money for a bill from Louis' Bar Money for a bill from Maxi's Bar Money for a bill from Charlie's Bar But will he ask for subway money? Nah he won?t want subway money Cause it turns out The bum wants to go to Florida 'Come on down' Now hear this and get this Oh Susannah Amen This big, fat heart Ain't gonna be torn apart Ever, ever, ever again. ole
Thank you for this!
Can I remember how this song and dance began?
Yes, I can, damn right I can
It began, well, anyway you see there was this man
Who stopped and asked me if I knew, which way was Lexington Avenue
He said, "I'm gone-a Bloomingdale's"
I said, "I'm gone-a Bloomingdale's"
So we hoofed it over the Bloomingdale's
He wanted to buy some jockey shorts
Then he said, "Miss, would you like a cup of tea
Or maybe some seven-up?"
I left the tip, picked up the tab for the jockey's shorts
and the taxicab
He dropped me off and I burned!
Boy let that be a lesson to ya
Lower the boom girl, lower the boom
But what can you do when he knocks on your door?
Cause they locked him out of his furnished room
So he moves in
He moves in with his jockey's shorts and a paper bag
Nothing else
He needs toothpaste and a tooth brush
And pajama tops
He needs razor blades, a razor and a comb
Several
He needs sistering and brothering and fathering and mothering
He needs a hat to hang up in my flat and call it home
In no time at all
I find we're very much in love
And I'm blushing like a sentimental slob
And he's kissing me and hugging me
And all the time he's bugging me to
Go out and try to find myself a better paying job
Comes July, it's ninety-eight degrees
He wants a coat, a fur lined coat
Fur collar, cuffs, the works.
While I really didn't begrudge it
When I figured out my budget for that coat
I had to dance with something like
Eleven hundred jerks
Comes February, ten degrees
I need a coat, need a coat to walk his poodle
That I bought.
so he gives me his old sweatshirt
A muffler and a stretchshirt
And I gave to him, ha
The bronchial pneumonia that I caught
Then I give him pocket money,
Poker money, smoking money, skating money
Bowling money, movie money, haircut money
Shoeshine money,
Money for a bill from Louis' Bar
Money for a bill from Maxi's Bar
Money for a bill from Charlie's Bar
But will he ask for subway money?
Nah he won?t want subway money
Cause it turns out
The bum wants to go to Florida
'Come on down'
Now hear this and get this
Oh Susannah Amen
This big, fat heart
Ain't gonna be torn apart
Ever, ever, ever again. ole