When the hawk's in the kitchen and the sirens in bloomnAnd the losers have been swept from the gin millsnHello sucker, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Yearn34th Street good tidings to younnAnd will you meet me in Paradise Alley tonightnWe'll leave town in a bottle of whiskeynAnd come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppostnJust put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway therennYou know, the heroes will wait where their dreams used to benGo on and ask the hooligans as they sweep down the midwaynI'm going waltzing tonight with the Statue of LibertynAnd come on, you old lazy-bones, let's get out of this placennWill you meet me in Paradise Alley tonightnWe'll leave town in a bottle of whiskeynAnd come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppostnJust put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway therennNow there's a counterfeit moon, and I'm seeing right through itnCause the dawn spent it all in one placenAnd we'll rise to the top of the morning tonightnYou can ride on my shoulders, and I'll show you the waynnIf you meet me in Paradise Alley tonightnWe'll leave town in a bottle of whiskeynSo come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppostnJust put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway there