Brady Street Stroll - Peter Mulvey

Cebar Mulvey
Brady street in summer
Strolling the wine
All them dapper couples
In their summer getup
Looking so fine
So fine
Meet me down at rou chamble
Drink your coffee
I'll drink my wine
Firemen on the frontstoop watch the ladies go by
Up above the branches there's a thundercloud way off in the sky
In the sky
But noones in a hurry
It ́ll get here by and by
Its not afternoon on bleeker
Its not two am on bourbon street
God knows its not the champs elussey
But airs that you don't put on
Are airs that never get in your way
Because high hats just a bar here
It ain't no big thing
You can stroll from glory olsows down to the nomad
Here them pigeonbirds sing
Oh hear them pigeonbirds sing
Let us tip into his hardware
Pick yourself out some ductape hunny
I'll spring
Ghost of bunky lowlife at the oakland and deer
But over by van burens street old bog dony echoes
Hang in the air
Oh those echoes hang in the air
This is brady street in summer
Baby you ain't just anywhere