I walk this street alone Because no one's at home I have a date with Marie
Past Rachel I walk I can't stop to talk She is waiting on me
I miss the 24 Mrs. Schwartz I do adore But I must be on my way
Mr. Viateur You have a lovely daughter But I don't have time to play
In the evening her breath just smells like gravy In the morning congestion in her heart And on Sundays she'll bake and beat her bongos When she's done she'll get herself off
When we're together here I often tend to leer As other girls go passing by
Don't always stick around But other gals I've found Often take me to her side
In the evening her breath just smells like gravy In the morning congestion in her heart And on Sundays she'll bake and beat her bongos When she's done she'll get herself off
