Lyrics

Hey, Nathan, concentrate on the game
The town is up to there with high players
Look, the Greek's in town!
And Brandy Bottle Bates!
Here comes Scranton Slim!
I know, I could make a fortune
But where can I have the game?
The Biltmore garage wants a grand
But we ain't got a grand on hand
And they've now got a lock on the door
Of the gym at P.S. 84
There's the stock room behind McCloskey's Bar
But Mrs. McCloskey 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 a spot
Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot
Not for good old reliable Nathan
For it's always 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 an awful lot of lettuce
For the fella who can get us there
If we only had a lousy little grand
We could be a millionaire!
That's good old reliable Nathan!
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit!
If the size of your bundle you want to increase
He'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!
Written by: Frank Loesser
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