Nueva Broadway (They Don't Smoke)

Buster Poindexter

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    I can't believe the things I see on Broadway today
    The ladies of the evening are going away
    Disney's built a fortress in the heart of Times Square
    The most wholesome people will soon be there

    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think
    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think

    Hubert had his circus on Forty-Second street
    The most fabulous freaks you'd ever want to meet
    To us that emporium was built on hallowed ground
    But the city fathers shut it down

    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think
    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think

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    No more raunch, no more sleeze
    Not even one old time polite striptease
    They don't rob, they don't steal
    And they confuse that Batman's car with a pimpmobile

    They don't curse, they don't swear
    And on Sunday mornings they are lost in prayer
    They don't lie, they don't cheat
    They're Christian soldiers and they're marching down our street

    Grant's was the best bar I was ever in
    The center of the universe, a cauldron of sin
    Sure sometimes when the lights went out, someone would get shot
    That's no reason to bring back Camelot

    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think
    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think
    They don't smoke. They don't drink
    They'll turn this town into a mall
    And I don't know what to think

    In the golden days of yore
    Grayline would take them on a tour
    It was them, it was us
    But at least they would remain upon the bus

    They say thanks, they say please
    And they cover up their noses when they sneeze
    They have jobs, no welfare
    They don't even know the meaning of despair

    They don't shout, they don't spit
    There aren't many crimes they're willing to commit
    They don't pack guns, they don't pull knives
    I don't know how these people think they will survive

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    Composition: David Johansen and Brian Koonin

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