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Easy Street
Robert Fitch, Dorothy Loudon, Barbara Erwin
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I remember the way our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us her lullaby
She'd say kids there's a place that's like no other
Ya gotta get there before ya die
You don't get there by playin' from the rule book (ha-ha, no)
Ya stack aces (ha-ha, you load the dice)
Mother dear, oh we know you're down there listening
How can we follow your sweet advice to
Easy street
Easy street
Where you sleep 'til noon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She'd repeat Easy street, better get there soon
Easy street
Easy street
Where the rich folks play (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Move them feet (move them ever-lovin' feet)
To Easy street (Easy street)
When you get there, stay
It ain't fair how we scrounge for three of four bucks
While she gets war bucks (uhm, the little brat!)
It ain't fair this here life is drivin' me nuts!
While we get peanuts, she's livin' fat!
Maybe she holds the key, that little lady
To gettin' more bucks (instead of less)
Maybe we fix the game with something shady (ha-ha, rooster)
Where does that put us? (Ah, tell her)
Give you one guess (yes!)
Easy street
Easy street
Annie is the key
Yes sirree, yes sirree, yes sirree
Easy street (Easy street)
Easy street (Easy street)
That's where we're gonna
Be!