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
