Lyrics by: Martin Charnin
Music by: Charles Strouse
From the Show: Annie
(1977)
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I remember the way my sainted
mother
Would sit and croon me her
lullaby.
She said, kid, there is a place
that's like no other,
You gotta get there before you
die.
You don't get there by playing
from the rule book,
You pack the aces, you load the
dice.
Mother dear, oh I know you're
down there, listen,
How can I follow your sweet
advice to.?
Easy Street, Easy Street, where
you sleep till noon each day,
Easy Street, Easy Street,
weather best there too
Easy Street, Easy Street, where
the rich does play, yea, yea, yea,
No great feat on Easy Street,
when you get there gay.
It ain't fair how we scrounge
for three or four bucks
While she gets Warbuck, the
little brat
It ain't fair she gets
forget-me-nots
While we get peanuts, she's
living fat
Maybe she holds the key, that
little lady,
She gets more bucks instead of
less.
Maybe we fix the game with
something shady,
How, how, I'll tell you, give
you one guess.
Easy Street, Easy Street, any
day I'll get there, yes siree, yes siree, yes siree,
Easy Street, Easy Street, that's where I'm gonna be.