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Brady street in summer

Strolling divine

All them dapper couples

In their summer getup

Looking so fine

So fine

Meet me down at Roshambo

Drink your coffee

I’ll drink my wine

Firemen on the front stoop

Watch the ladies go by

Up above the branches

There’s a thundercloud way off in the sky

In the sky

But no one’s in a hurry

It´ll get here by and by

It’s not afternoon on Bleeker

It’s not 2am on Bourbon Street

God knows it’s not the Champs-Élysées

But airs that you don’t put on

Are airs that never get in your way

Because Hi Hat’s just a bar here

It ain’t no big thing

You can stroll from Glorioso’s down to the Nomad

Hear them pigeon birds sing

Oh, hear them pigeon birds sing

Let us tip into Ace Hardware

Pick yourself out some duct tape

Honey, I’ll spring

Ghosts of punky Lowlife at the Oakland and Deere

But over by Van Buren Street, old Bondoni echoes

Hang in the air

Oh those echoes hang in the air

This is Brady Street in summer

Baby, you ain’t just anywhere

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