Song | Bensonhurst Blues |
Artist | Oscar Benton |
Album | Akella Presents - Modern Electric Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Our honeymoon is over | |
And the best days of our love | |
Are dead and gone | |
Instead of growing closer | |
This time goes on and on | |
We're getting miles apart | |
Though you're beside me as before | |
And when we kiss goodnight I find... | |
...That since we're sharing the same bed | |
We're not sharing the same dreams | |
Anymore | |
That since we're sharing the same bed | |
We're not sharing the same dreams | |
Anymore | |
Bay Parkway wonder | |
You're such a success | |
Your pretty secretary, ha | |
She say you are the best | |
Your face always smiling | |
say you sure paid your dues | |
But I know inside | |
You've got the Bensonhurst blues | |
Those custom-made ciggies | |
that you offer to me pretend | |
and pretend to care about my family | |
And those pictures on your desk | |
All them lies that you abuse | |
Do they know you suffer | |
from the Bensonhurst blues | |
Your grandmother's accent | |
still embarrasses you | |
You're even ashamed | |
of the French you once knew | |
You're part of the chance now | |
They break you making the news | |
But I know inside | |
you've got the Bensonhurst blues | |
But thanks for the lesson | |
Cause the life that I choose | |
won't make me feel like living | |
with the Bensonhurst blues | |
And don't, don't try to write me | |
And don't mother to call | |
Cause I'll be in conference | |
Merry Chrïstmas you all |
Our honeymoon is over | |
And the best days of our love | |
Are dead and gone | |
Instead of growing closer | |
This time goes on and on | |
We' re getting miles apart | |
Though you' re beside me as before | |
And when we kiss goodnight I find... | |
... That since we' re sharing the same bed | |
We' re not sharing the same dreams | |
Anymore | |
That since we' re sharing the same bed | |
We' re not sharing the same dreams | |
Anymore | |
Bay Parkway wonder | |
You' re such a success | |
Your pretty secretary, ha | |
She say you are the best | |
Your face always smiling | |
say you sure paid your dues | |
But I know inside | |
You' ve got the Bensonhurst blues | |
Those custommade ciggies | |
that you offer to me pretend | |
and pretend to care about my family | |
And those pictures on your desk | |
All them lies that you abuse | |
Do they know you suffer | |
from the Bensonhurst blues | |
Your grandmother' s accent | |
still embarrasses you | |
You' re even ashamed | |
of the French you once knew | |
You' re part of the chance now | |
They break you making the news | |
But I know inside | |
you' ve got the Bensonhurst blues | |
But thanks for the lesson | |
Cause the life that I choose | |
won' t make me feel like living | |
with the Bensonhurst blues | |
And don' t, don' t try to write me | |
And don' t mother to call | |
Cause I' ll be in conference | |
Merry Chr stmas you all |
Our honeymoon is over | |
And the best days of our love | |
Are dead and gone | |
Instead of growing closer | |
This time goes on and on | |
We' re getting miles apart | |
Though you' re beside me as before | |
And when we kiss goodnight I find... | |
... That since we' re sharing the same bed | |
We' re not sharing the same dreams | |
Anymore | |
That since we' re sharing the same bed | |
We' re not sharing the same dreams | |
Anymore | |
Bay Parkway wonder | |
You' re such a success | |
Your pretty secretary, ha | |
She say you are the best | |
Your face always smiling | |
say you sure paid your dues | |
But I know inside | |
You' ve got the Bensonhurst blues | |
Those custommade ciggies | |
that you offer to me pretend | |
and pretend to care about my family | |
And those pictures on your desk | |
All them lies that you abuse | |
Do they know you suffer | |
from the Bensonhurst blues | |
Your grandmother' s accent | |
still embarrasses you | |
You' re even ashamed | |
of the French you once knew | |
You' re part of the chance now | |
They break you making the news | |
But I know inside | |
you' ve got the Bensonhurst blues | |
But thanks for the lesson | |
Cause the life that I choose | |
won' t make me feel like living | |
with the Bensonhurst blues | |
And don' t, don' t try to write me | |
And don' t mother to call | |
Cause I' ll be in conference | |
Merry Chr stmas you all |