Brady Street Stroll Lyrics
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
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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
