Peter Mulvey - Brady Street Stroll lyrics

Brady street in summer Strolling divine All them dapper couples In their summer getup Looking so fine So fine Meet me down at Roshambo Drink your coffee I'll drink my wine Firemen on the front stoop Watch the ladies go by Up above the branches There's a thundercloud way off in the sky In the sky But no one's in a hurry It´ll get here by and by It's not afternoon on Bleeker It's not 2am on Bourbon Street God knows it's not the Champs-Élysées But airs that you don't put on Are airs that never get in your way Because Hi Hat's just a bar here It ain't no big thing You can stroll from Glorioso's down to the Nomad Hear them pigeon birds sing Oh, hear them pigeon birds sing Let us tip into Ace Hardware Pick yourself out some duct tape Honey, I'll spring Ghosts of punky Lowlife at the Oakland and Deere But over by Van Buren Street, old Bondoni echoes Hang in the air Oh those echoes hang in the air This is Brady Street in summer Baby, you ain't just anywhere