| I can’t believe the things I see on Broadway today
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| The ladies of the evening are going away
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| Disney’s built a fortress in the heart of Times Square
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| The most wholesome people will soon be there
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| Hubert had his circus on Forty-Second street
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| The most fabulous freaks you’d ever want to meet
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| To us that emporium was built on hallowed ground
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| But the city fathers shut it down
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| No more raunch, no more sleeze
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| Not even one old time polite striptease
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| They don’t rob, they don’t steal
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| And they confuse that Batman’s car with a pimpmobile
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| They don’t curse, they don’t swear
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| And on Sunday mornings they are lost in prayer
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| They don’t lie, they don’t cheat
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| They’re Christian soldiers and they’re marching down our street
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| Grant’s was the best bar I was ever in
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| The center of the universe, a cauldron of sin
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| Sure sometimes when the lights went out, someone would get shot
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| That’s no reason to bring back Camelot
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| They don’t smoke. |
| They don’t drink
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| They’ll turn this town into a mall
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| And I don’t know what to think
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| In the golden days of yore
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| Grayline would take them on a tour
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| It was them, it was us
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| But at least they would remain upon the bus
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| They say thanks, they say please
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| And they cover up their noses when they sneeze
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| They have jobs, no welfare
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| They don’t even know the meaning of despair
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| They don’t shout, they don’t spit
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| There aren’t many crimes they’re willing to commit
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| They don’t pack guns, they don’t pull knives
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| I don’t know how these people think they will survive |