Lyrics The oldest established floating crap game in new york - Frank Sinatra, Johnny Sliver, Stubby Kaye

The oldest established floating crap game in new york

The Biltmore garage wants a grand
But we ain’t got a grand on hand.
And they now got a lock on the door
To the gym at P. S. 84.
There’s the stock room behind the McCloskey’s bar.
But Mrs. McCloskey ain’t a good scout.
And things being how they are
The back of the police station is out!
So the Biltmore garage is the spot.
But the one thousand bucks we ain’t got.
Why it’s good old reliable Nathan!
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Detroit!
If you’re looking for action, his firm is the spot.
Even when the heat is on, it’s never too hot.
Not for good old reliable Nathan!
Where it’s always just a short walk
To the oldest established, permanent floating,
Crap game in New York
There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere
There are well-heeled shooters everywhere.
And an awful lot of lettuce
For the fella who can get us there.
If we only had a lousy little grand
We could be a millionaire!
That’s good old reliable Nathan!
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Detroit!
If the size of your bundle you want to increase
He’ll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace
In a hideout provided by Nathan
Where there are no neighbors to squawk.
It’s the oldest established permanent floating
Crap game in New York.
Where’s the action?
Where’s the game?
Gotta have the game
Of we’ll die from shame.
It’s the oldest established, permanent floating
Crap game in New York!