Forty-Eight Twenty-Three Twenty-Second Street Lyrics

Song	Forty-Eight Twenty-Three Twenty-Second Street
Artist	The Fiery Furnaces
Album	Rehearsing My Choir
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	作曲 : Friedberger
	Now, as for my aunt
	Who told on me
	She was always wearing her turbans
	Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy
	Having dinner at the captain's table
	Sitting on the deck with 5 men surrounding her
	With uncle Sam in the back row
	Back at home, riding up the Taygetus on a donkey named David
	With her soft leather boots dangling off to the side
	So full of pride
	So full of pride.
	Profitis Elias, so high you can see us
	4823 22nd St., standing there with cashmere overcoats
	And those turbans with their Arabian silver
	And ostrich and papagou feather hats
	And not far down from our koumbaros Betinis
	We've got a secret between us Betinis
	In the back of the Hawthorne smoke shop
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement...
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
	A full compliment of grinchy Italians
	Counting up on their stubby fingers, and smoking, I'm told
	The least sophisticated cigars
	The local lottery and so forth
	Like anybody was going to get a nit out of that nut
	Though what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day friend and koumbaros Betinis
	We've got a secret between us, Betinis
	In the back of the Hawthorne smoke shop,
	Haberdashery was the least of it
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement...
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up
	We've got a secret between us, Betinis.
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
	We've got a secret between us, Betinis
	Not that nobody 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 nickels
	And silver certificates wrung from Lake Superior spirits
	And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on 12th St.
	And in exchange you put in your pants $5,000 a day to stick under your bed for starters
	But later in the laundry, so you can feel free to chase your wife around the table
	When you feel she looked at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice

	zuo qu : Friedberger
	Now, as for my aunt
	Who told on me
	She was always wearing her turbans
	Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy
	Having dinner at the captain' s table
	Sitting on the deck with 5 men surrounding her
	With uncle Sam in the back row
	Back at home, riding up the Taygetus on a donkey named David
	With her soft leather boots dangling off to the side
	So full of pride
	So full of pride.
	Profitis Elias, so high you can see us
	4823 22nd St., standing there with cashmere overcoats
	And those turbans with their Arabian silver
	And ostrich and papagou feather hats
	And not far down from our koumbaros Betinis
	We' ve got a secret between us Betinis
	In the back of the Hawthorne smoke shop
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement...
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
	A full compliment of grinchy Italians
	Counting up on their stubby fingers, and smoking, I' m told
	The least sophisticated cigars
	The local lottery and so forth
	Like anybody was going to get a nit out of that nut
	Though what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day friend and koumbaros Betinis
	We' ve got a secret between us, Betinis
	In the back of the Hawthorne smoke shop,
	Haberdashery was the least of it
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement...
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up
	We' ve got a secret between us, Betinis.
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
	We' ve got a secret between us, Betinis
	Not that nobody 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 nickels
	And silver certificates wrung from Lake Superior spirits
	And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on 12th St.
	And in exchange you put in your pants 5, 000 a day to stick under your bed for starters
	But later in the laundry, so you can feel free to chase your wife around the table
	When you feel she looked at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice

	zuò qǔ : Friedberger
	Now, as for my aunt
	Who told on me
	She was always wearing her turbans
	Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy
	Having dinner at the captain' s table
	Sitting on the deck with 5 men surrounding her
	With uncle Sam in the back row
	Back at home, riding up the Taygetus on a donkey named David
	With her soft leather boots dangling off to the side
	So full of pride
	So full of pride.
	Profitis Elias, so high you can see us
	4823 22nd St., standing there with cashmere overcoats
	And those turbans with their Arabian silver
	And ostrich and papagou feather hats
	And not far down from our koumbaros Betinis
	We' ve got a secret between us Betinis
	In the back of the Hawthorne smoke shop
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement...
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
	A full compliment of grinchy Italians
	Counting up on their stubby fingers, and smoking, I' m told
	The least sophisticated cigars
	The local lottery and so forth
	Like anybody was going to get a nit out of that nut
	Though what a lucky loser is our five thousand dollars a day friend and koumbaros Betinis
	We' ve got a secret between us, Betinis
	In the back of the Hawthorne smoke shop,
	Haberdashery was the least of it
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement...
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up
	We' ve got a secret between us, Betinis.
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	Five thousand dollars a day
	In the basement of the hat factory
	The fedoras got glued together
	But in that back basement
	In that back basement, a lot of things got sewn up!
	We' ve got a secret between us, Betinis
	Not that nobody 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 nickels
	And silver certificates wrung from Lake Superior spirits
	And prize fight foolery, and sluts speaking easy in the closets on 12th St.
	And in exchange you put in your pants 5, 000 a day to stick under your bed for starters
	But later in the laundry, so you can feel free to chase your wife around the table
	When you feel she looked at the apricot and boysenberry boy twice

Forty-Eight Twenty-Three Twenty-Second Street Lyrics

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