Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
on old Delancy Street, you know
The subway charms us so, when balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street compares with Mott Street in July?
driving me nuts
This to-ing and fro-ing
Is hurting my guts
The get off the fence now
You're creasing your butt
Life is a party
Let's get out
on old Delancy Street, you know
The subway charms us so, when balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street compares with Mott Street in July?
Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back step, like to walk on air
Get back home where you belong
And don't you run off no more
Don't hang
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Oh summer, not a bit of breeze
Neon signs are shining through the tired trees
Lovers walking to and fro
Everyone has someone and a place to go
Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back steppin' like to walk on air
Get back home where you belong
And don't you run off no more
Don't
licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born
Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cartwheelin' up
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro.
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding
driving me nuts
This to-ing and fro-ing
Is hurting my guts
The get off the fence now
You're creasing your butt
Life is a party
Let's get out
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
You thought my love was easy to get
All of the girls think you're fine
They even call ya Romeo
Ya got 'em, yeah you got 'em runnin' to and fro
Yes
We met on the shore of a lemonade lake.
Weeping willows looked down where we lay.
Orange blossoms I smell in your hair.
Butterfly, flutter by
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
fuck a false arrest
This Off-White fit that I rock, shit permanent
The fro that I grow got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he best dressed
Got
fuck a false arrest
This Off-White fit that I rock, shit permanent
The fro that I grow got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he best dressed
Got
fancy
On old Delancey Street, you know
The subway charms us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott
Running to and fro, hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill, there come a rotten bill.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey
charms us so
When balmy breezes blow to and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no
watching channel 4,
With his brains not expected home for an hour or more.
He's still drifting to and fro, like a yo-yo.
His wife is in the kitchen, fixin'
By the lake with lily flowers
Wallow away the evening hours
To and fro she's gently gliding
On the glassy lake she's riding
She swims
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