Calling Kyle Lyrics
His momma used to dance at the Broadway shows.
Broadway, where the young men go to drop the coins in one, two, three.
He remembered walking in, not knowing appplesauce from sin.
And uncles trotted one, two, three.
His pop was met at the Ballpark Franks, he used to root for the radio
They'd sat they'd aerate the greens.
On Coleman he would spot the sheep, on Christmas he'd kept the keep.
Turkey day saw no greens.
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