Al Schmitt - The Ballad of Murder Incorporated lyrics

Beneath the trees of Prospect Park Whenever it got very dark A band of men would romp and lark In the town of Brooklyn Nonny-o Johnny-o Bugsy, Blue Jo, Filber, Pott Your names will never be forgot In the town of Brooklyn The little village grew and grew Until there came that hardy crew The people then got very few In the town of Brooklyn Nonny-o Johnny-o Blue Jo, Bugsy, Pretty Levine Your memory is evergreen In the town of Brooklyn They threw a friend from out of a boat And sad to say he did not float He wore a concrete overcoat In the town of Brooklyn Nonny-o Johnny-o Lucky, Lofty, Dandy, Jack If only we could bring you back To the town of Brooklyn On Coney Island's golden strand They cover each other up with sand And thus they've lost half of their band In the town of Brooklyn Nonny-o Johnny-o Lucky, Lefty, Dirty Lou Come back up Pitkin Avenue In the town of Brooklyn They loved to browse mid flower and fern The joys of nature sweetly learn And two would go, and one return To the town of Brooklyn Nonny-o Johnny-o Taffy, Shifty, tell us when Your merry men return again To the town of Brooklyn At last the band became so small That only one survived at all He's fixing games of Basketball In the town of Brooklyn Nonny-o Johnny-o Chippy, Happy, many more We miss you at the Candy Store In the town of Brooklyn