Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nueva Broadway (They Don't Smoke), artist - Buster Poindexter.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Song language: English
Nueva Broadway (They Don't Smoke) |
I can’t believe the things I see on Broadway today |
The ladies of the evening are going away |
Disney’s built a fortress in the heart of Times Square |
The most wholesome people will soon be there |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
Hubert had his circus on Forty-Second street |
The most fabulous freaks you’d ever want to meet |
To us that emporium was built on hallowed ground |
But the city fathers shut it down |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
No more raunch, no more sleeze |
Not even one old time polite striptease |
They don’t rob, they don’t steal |
And they confuse that Batman’s car with a pimpmobile |
They don’t curse, they don’t swear |
And on Sunday mornings they are lost in prayer |
They don’t lie, they don’t cheat |
They’re Christian soldiers and they’re marching down our street |
Grant’s was the best bar I was ever in |
The center of the universe, a cauldron of sin |
Sure sometimes when the lights went out, someone would get shot |
That’s no reason to bring back Camelot |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
They don’t smoke. |
They don’t drink |
They’ll turn this town into a mall |
And I don’t know what to think |
In the golden days of yore |
Grayline would take them on a tour |
It was them, it was us |
But at least they would remain upon the bus |
They say thanks, they say please |
And they cover up their noses when they sneeze |
They have jobs, no welfare |
They don’t even know the meaning of despair |
They don’t shout, they don’t spit |
There aren’t many crimes they’re willing to commit |
They don’t pack guns, they don’t pull knives |
I don’t know how these people think they will survive |