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Bay Parkway wonder |
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You're such a success |
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Your pretty secretary, ha |
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She say you are the best |
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Your face always smiling |
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say you sure paid your dues |
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But I know inside |
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You've got the Bensonhurst blues |
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Those custom-made ciggies |
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that you offer to me pretend |
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and pretend to care about my family |
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And those pictures on your desk |
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All them lies that you abuse |
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Do they know you suffer |
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from the Bensonhurst blues |
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Your grandmother's accent |
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still embarrasses you |
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You're even ashamed |
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of the French you once knew |
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You're part of the chance now |
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They break you making the news |
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But I know inside |
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you've got the Bensonhurst blues |
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But thanks for the lesson |
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Cause the life that I choose |
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won't make me feel like living |
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with the Bensonhurst blues |
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And don't, don't try to write me |
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And don't bother to call |
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Cause I'll be in conference |
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Merry Christmas you all |
