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