| I sell a line of plastics
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| And I travel on the road
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| And I have a case of samples
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| Which believe me is a load
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| Every night a strange cafe
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| A strange hotel and then
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| Early in the morning
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| I am on the road again
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| When the season’s over
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| And my lonesome journey ends
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| That’s the only time I see
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| My family and my friends
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| I drive up Ocean Parkway
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| And before I stop the car
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| My ma leans out the window
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| And she hollers, «Here we are!»
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| Shake hands with your Uncle Max, my boy
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| And here is your sister Shirl
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| And here is your cousin Isabel
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| That’s Irving’s oldest girl
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| And you remember the Tishman twins
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| Gerald and Jerome
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| We all came out to greet you
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| And to wish you welcome home
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| Meet.
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| Merowitz, Berowitz, Handelman, Schandelman
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| Sperber and Gerber and Steiner and Stone
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| Boskowitz, Lubowitz, Aaronson, Baronson,
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| Kleinman and Feinman and Freidman and Cohen
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| Smallowitz, Wallowitz, Tidelbaum, Mandelbaum
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| Levin, Levinsky, Levine and Levi
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| Brumburger, Schlumburger, Minkus and Pinkus
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| And Stein with an «e-i"and Styne with a «y»
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| Shake hands with your Uncle Sol mein boy |
| And here is your brother Sid
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| And here is your cousin Yetta
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| Who expects another kid
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| Whenever you’re on the road mein boy
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| Wherever you may roam
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| We’ll all be here when you come back
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| To wish you welcome home |