I was born right here. November '43. Dad was a captain in the army. Fighting the Germans in Sicily. My poor little mama. Didn't know a soul in L.A.. So we went down to the Union Station.
In the south land. There's a city. Way down on the river. Where the women are very pretty. And all the men deliver. . We got music. It's always playin.
Down on my luck, downing myself. I'm drowning my sorrows, up on my shelf. And if I ever recover this time. I will happy, out of my mind. . Well, I can be even, I will be even.
I sing a song of long ago. When things were green and movin' slow. People'd stop to say hello. Or they'd say hi to you. . "Would you like to come over for tea.