Brady Street Stroll

Brady street in summer

strolling the wine

all them dapper couples

in their summer getup

looking so fine

so fine

Meet me down at rou chamble

drink your coffee

Ill drink my wine

Firemen on the frontstoop watch the ladies go by

up above the branches theres a thundercloud way off in the sky

in the sky

but noones in a hurry

it´ll get here by and by

its not afternoon on bleeker

its not two am on bourbon street

god knows its not the champs elussey

but airs that you dont put on

are airs that never get in your way

because high hats just a bar here

it aint no big thing

you can stroll from glory olsows down to the nomad

here them pigeonbirds sing

oh hear them pigeonbirds sing

let us tip into his hardware

pick yourself out some ductape hunny

ill spring

Ghost of bunky lowlife at the oakland and deer

but over by van burens street old bog dony echoes

hang in the air

oh those echoes hang in the air

this is brady street in summer

baby you aint just anywhere