| Lyrics: | (F. Loesser)
[Recorded July 29, 1963, Los Angeles]
Nathan, you must concentrate on the
game. The town is up to here with high players. The Greek's in
town. Freddie Bottle Bates,
Scranton Slim.
Nathan: I know, I know, I could make a fortune, but to make a fortune, I need a
fortune. A thousand
bucks, where do I get it?
The Biltmore Garage wants a grand, but
we ain't got a grand on hand.
And they now got a lock on the door to the gym at Public School
84.
There's a stock room behind McKlosky's Bar, but Mrs. McKlosky ain't a good scout.
And
things being how they are, the back of the police station is out!
So the Biltmore Garage is the
spot, but the one thousand bucks we ain't got.
Why, it's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan,
Nathan, Nathan Detroit,
If you're looking for action, he'll turn it to spot,
Even when the
heat is on, it's never too hot.
But for the good old reliable Nathan, oh it's only just a short
walk,
To the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New Yawk.
There are
well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere,
There are well-heeled shooters everywhere,
And
awful lot of lettuce for the fella who can get us to play.
If we only had a lousy little crap,
we could be a millionaire.
Oh the good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan
Detroit,
If the size of your bundle you want to increase,
I'll arrange that you go broke in
quiet and peace,
In a hideout provided by Nathan, where there are no neighbors to
squawk,
It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New Yawk.
Where's the
action? Where's the game?
Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame.
It's the oldest
established permanent floati |
