(Oldest Established) Permanent Floating Crap Game In New York

The Biltmore Garage wants a grand,
but we ain't got a grand on hand.
And they now got a lock on the door
To the gym at Public School 84.
There's the stock room behind McKlosky's Bar,
But Mrs. McKlosky ain't a good scout.
And things being how they are,
The back of the police station is out!
So the Biltmore Garage is the spot,
But the one thousand bucks we ain't got.

Why, it's good old reliable Nathan,
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit,
If you're looking for action, he'll furnish the spot,
Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot.
Not for the good old reliable Nathan,
For it's only just a short walk,
To the oldest, established, permanent, floating
Crap game in New York.

There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere,
There are well-heeled shooters everywhere,
And awful lot of lettuce
For the fella who can get us to play.
If we only had a lousy little grand,
We could be a millionaire.

Good old reliable Nathan,
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit,
If the size of your bundle you want to increase,
I'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace,
In a hideout provided by Nathan,
Where there are no neighbors to squawk,
It's the oldest, established, permanent, floating
Crap game in New York.

Where's the action? Where's the game?
Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame.
It's the oldest, established, permanent, floating,
Crap game in New York.