| I remember the days, on 204th street,
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| In the Bronx New York, where everyone would meet
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| It was Friday Night and we packed the streets
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| And everyone waited for Rory
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| Well we went down to the 20s, to shoot some pool,
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| And there I saw Rocky acting the fool
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| He had a few too many whiskeys on his dirty bar stool
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| And everyone’s cheeks they were glowing
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| Chorus:
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| So long to all my friends
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| Fare-thee-well, we’ll meet again
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| Au revoir, rich Americans
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| On the streets of New York, Sayonnara my friends
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| We got all our cash and we went to the bars
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| And we drank til we all had too many jars
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| I checked out the scene all that I saw were stars
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| And everyone started to roll
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| The clock struck four, they locked up the door
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| And we danced as the bartender, he poured us more
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| We danced and we drank and I fell to the floor
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| The we all headed home in the morning
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| Chorus
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| I remember the days, on 204th street,
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| In the Bronx New York, where everyone would meet
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| It was Friday Night and we packed the streets
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| And everyone waited for Rory |