Verse 1: I remember the way our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us her lullaby.
She’d say, “Kids, there’s 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 stack the aces. You load the dice.”
Mother, dear, oh I know you’re down there list’nin’.
We’re gonna follow your sweet advice to

Chorus 1: Easy Street! Easy Street! Where you sleep till noon.
She’d repeat, “Easy Street, better get there soon.”

Verse 2 It ain’t fair how we scrounge for three or four bucks,
While she gets Warbucks, the little brat!
It ain’t fair; this here life is drivin’ me nuts.
While we get peanuts, she’s livin’ fat.
Maybe she holds the key, that little lady,
To getting more bucks instead of less.
Maybe we fix the game with something shady.
Where does that put us? Give you one guess.

Chorus 2: Easy street! Easy Street! Where the rich folk play.
Move them feet t’ Easy Street, when you get there, stay.