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Nueva Broadway (Ellos no fuman)

Buster Poindexter

Nueva Broadway (They Don't Smoke)

I can't believe the things I see on Broadway today
The ladies of the evening are going away
Disney's built a fortress in the heart of Times Square
The most wholesome people will soon be there

They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think
They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think

Hubert had his circus on Forty-Second street
The most fabulous freaks you'd ever want to meet
To us that emporium was built on hallowed ground
But the city fathers shut it down

They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think
They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think

No more raunch, no more sleeze
Not even one old time polite striptease
They don't rob, they don't steal
And they confuse that Batman's car with a pimpmobile

They don't curse, they don't swear
And on Sunday mornings they are lost in prayer
They don't lie, they don't cheat
They're Christian soldiers and they're marching down our street

Grant's was the best bar I was ever in
The center of the universe, a cauldron of sin
Sure sometimes when the lights went out, someone would get shot
That's no reason to bring back Camelot

They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think
They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think
They don't smoke. They don't drink
They'll turn this town into a mall
And I don't know what to think

In the golden days of yore
Grayline would take them on a tour
It was them, it was us
But at least they would remain upon the bus

They say thanks, they say please
And they cover up their noses when they sneeze
They have jobs, no welfare
They don't even know the meaning of despair

They don't shout, they don't spit
There aren't many crimes they're willing to commit
They don't pack guns, they don't pull knives
I don't know how these people think they will survive

Nueva Broadway (Ellos no fuman)

No puedo creer las cosas que veo en Broadway hoy
Las damas de la noche se están yendo
Disney ha construido una fortaleza en el corazón de Times Square
Las personas más puras pronto estarán allí

Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar
Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar

Hubert tenía su circo en la Calle Cuarenta y Dos
Los freaks más fabulosos que querrías conocer
Para nosotros, ese emporio fue construido en terreno sagrado
Pero los padres de la ciudad lo cerraron

Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar
Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar

Nada de vulgaridad, nada de suciedad
Ni siquiera un antiguo striptease educado
Ellos no roban, no hurtan
Y confunden el auto de Batman con un carro de chulo

No maldicen, no juran
Y los domingos por la mañana están perdidos en la oración
No mienten, no engañan
Son soldados cristianos y marchan por nuestra calle

Grant's era el mejor bar en el que estuve
El centro del universo, un caldero de pecado
Claro, a veces cuando las luces se apagaban, alguien resultaba herido
Eso no es razón para traer de vuelta Camelot

Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar
Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar
Ellos no fuman. Ellos no beben
Convertirán esta ciudad en un centro comercial
Y no sé qué pensar

En los días dorados de antaño
Grayline los llevaría de paseo
Eran ellos, éramos nosotros
Pero al menos permanecerían en el autobús

Dicen gracias, dicen por favor
Y se cubren la nariz cuando estornudan
Tienen trabajos, no asistencia social
Ni siquiera conocen el significado de la desesperación

No gritan, no escupen
No hay muchos crímenes que estén dispuestos a cometer
No llevan armas, no sacan cuchillos
No sé cómo piensan que estas personas sobrevivirán

Escrita por: Brian Koonin / David Johansen