No use talking,
I'll start walking,
'Cause I've got my walking shoes,
No use talking,
I'm tired of New Yorking,
Want to get some Philadelphia news;
I hear South Street calling me;
I just can't refuse;
On South Street I want a be
That's why I sing these blues.
On my way to Pennsylvania,
'Cause I've got the South Street
mania,
Old feet, I'm gonna sprain ya,
Ain't got no time to lose;
I know papas out on State Street,
I've heard Rampart is a great street,
But South Street's got 'em all
beat,
When it comes to cities I will
choose old Philadelphia,
Got those lowdown South Street
blues.
If my feet start hurting, I'll stop
and rest,
Going to Philadelphia, I'll bust
my vest,
When I get on South Street, folks,
I'll do my best,
To see my loving man, sweet, too!
Baby for my hotdogs and my can
of beer,
I'll get it down on South Street;
I can't get it here.
I'll be happy when my daddy calls
me dear,
'Cause he's my double dad, now
play it!
On my way to Pennsylvania,
'Cause I've got the South Street
mania,
Old feet, I'm gonna sprain ya,
Ain't got no time to lose;
I know papas out on State Street,
I've heard Rampart is a great street,
But South Street's got 'em all
beat,
When it comes to cities, I will
choose old Philadelphia,
Got those lowdown South Street
blues.
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Published 4/1/01.
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