4.

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 gotta get there before you die.

You don’t get there by playing from the rulebook:
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 to Easy Street. When you get there, stay.”

It ain’t fair how we scrounge for three or 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, Yessirree, yessirree, yessirree!
Easy Street, Easy Street, that’s where we’re gonna be!