Graphite skies of Brooklyn calmly drape Fourth Avenue
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Fifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or two
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In Arabic, some patrons shoot the breeze
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Jeez, Louise
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Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
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Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange
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Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet
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Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street
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Well, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even beg
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Only reason I go back is that you can't screw up an egg
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Sometimes they treat you worse when you say please
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They forget the ham or cheese
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Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
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Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange
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Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet
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Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street
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I'm beige and funky, like a rubber band
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I'm a lapis-eyed devil with my pen in hand
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It takes flour and chocolate for an angel cake
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Say now, Hamed, whatcha do with all them donuts that you bake.
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My roommates won't go with me, though it's only blocks away.
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Chandler holds a grudge from about five years ago today.
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Some sign about free soda was a scam.
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Well, that's Chan.
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Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
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Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange
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Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet
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Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street.
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Hungry Hamed's
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