Бенсонхёрст Блюз (Из Фильма За Шкуру Полицейского)

Babe, Parkway Wonder.
You're such a success.
Your pretty secretary, ha, she say you are the best.
Your face always smiling,
say you sure paid your dues.
But I know inside you've got the Bensonhurst blues.
Those custom-made ciggies
that you offer to me.
Pretending, pretending to care about my family.
And those pictures on your desk,
are them lies that you abuse?
Do they know you suffer from the Bensonhurst blues?
Your grandmother's accent
still embarrasses you.
You're even ashamed
of the friends you once knew.
You're part of the Jones now,
baby, you're making the news.
But I
know inside you've got the Bensonhurst blues.
But thanks for the lesson,
'cause the life that I choose won't be filled like living with the Bensonhurst blues.
And don't, don't try to write me
and don't bother to call.
'Cause I'll be
in conference.
Merry Christmas, you all.