Esay Street - Stan Kenton, June Christy

I remember the way

Our sainted mother

Would sit and croon us

Her lullaby

She’d say, kids, there’s a place

That’s like no other

You got to get there before you die

You don’t get there

By playing from the rule book

You stack the aces

You load the dice

Mother dear

Oh, we know you’re down there listening --

How can we follow

Your sweet

Advice

To

Easy street

Easy street

Where you sleep till noon

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She’d repeat

Easy street

Better get there soon

Easy street

Easy street

Where the rich folks play

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Move them feet

Move them ever-lovin' feet

To easy street

Easy street

When you get there stay

It ain’t fair

How we scrounge

For three of four bucks

While she gets

Warbucks

The little brat!

It ain’t fair this here life

Is drivin' me nuts!

While we get peanuts

She’s livin' fat!

Maybe she holds the key

That little lady

To gettin' more bucks

Instead of less

Maybe we fix the game

With something shady

Where does that put us?

Give you one guess

Yes!

Easy street

Easy street

Annie is the key

Yes sirree

Yes sirree

Yes sirree

Easy street

Easy street

That’s where we’re gonna --

Be!