Streets Of New York

I remember the days, on 204th street,

in the Bronx New York, where everyone would meet

It was Friday Night and we packed the streets

And everyone waited for Rory

Well we went down to the 20s, to shoot some pool,

And there I saw Rocky acting the fool

He had a few too many whiskeys on his dirty bar stool

And everyone's cheeks they were glowing

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So long to all my friends

fare-thee-well, we'll meet again

Au revoir, rich Americans

On the streets of New York, Sayonnara my friends

We got all our cash and we went to the bars

And we drank til we all had too many jars

I checked out the scene all that I saw were stars

And everyone started to roll

The clock struck four, they locked up the door

And we danced as the bartender, he poured us more

We danced and we drank and I fell to the floor

The we all headed home in the morning

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I remember the days, on 204th street,

in the Bronx New York, where everyone would meet

It was Friday Night and we packed the streets

And everyone waited for Rory