I’m opening a restaurant

On the corner of Liberty Street

And Broadway.

New York’s Broadway makes billions, but

I got a small loan of a million dollars

And I’m going to make it big.

I’m only hoping at this point

That the people stick to my place and

The tables that I wiped down

And the lights that I turned on

Instead of the food

Melting onto the pot.

Heh, I said turned on.

With that said, I can

Turn anyone on --

All I gotta do

Is grab ‘em by the flashy neon sign.