Coney Island Tsar

Intro

Yeah

Check the levels on the horn

Baklava

Staten Island to the Steppes

Verse 1

White undershirt draped over the gut

Leather loafers clicking on the Coney concrete

Six men deep

Staring down the ocean like it owes them money

Borscht in a thermos

Sweat beads rolling down the temple

He remembers Minsk in the winter

Now he sits under the shade of a tattered green umbrella

I saw Yuri palm a plum

I saw Yuri spit the pit

I saw Yuri take a win

Silver back gorilla in a nylon tracksuit

Hair on his chest like a bearskin rug

Chorus

South Brooklyn summers in the heat

Boardwalk kings sitting on the seat

Cold vodka dripping off the glass

Watching all the pretty neighbors pass

South Brooklyn summers in the heat

Boardwalk kings sitting on the seat

Post-Chorus

La la la

Brighton Beach gold

La la la

Heavy medallions swing

Verse 2

Backgammon board looking battered and bruised

Smell of grilled sturgeon drifting from the vents

Cigarette ash falling on a heavy gold ring

Tough talk about the party back in eighty four

Dominos clicking loud

The sun hits the gold crown on his front tooth

Legs crossed like a tsar on vacation

No one bothers the man with the faded tattoo on his thumb

Ice cream melting on a sugar cone

Old bread scattered for the hungry gulls

Hungry gulls fly

Hungry gulls cry

Forty years in the garment district paid for the condo

Chorus

South Brooklyn summers in the heat

Boardwalk kings sitting on the seat

Cold vodka dripping off the glass

Watching all the pretty neighbors pass

South Brooklyn summers in the heat

Boardwalk kings sitting on the seat

Post-Chorus

La la la

Brighton Beach gold

La la la

Heavy medallions swing

Bridge

Linoleum floors and lace on the table

Pickled beets cooling in the fridge

The breeze carries the salt through the window screen

Grandpa still sleeps with his eyes halfway open

Chorus

South Brooklyn summers in the heat

Boardwalk kings sitting on the seat

Cold vodka dripping off the glass

Watching all the pretty neighbors pass

South Brooklyn summers in the heat

Boardwalk kings sitting on the seat

Outro

Keep the dominoes moving

Pass the napkin

Stay cool

Yeah

Baklava out