"'Way Back Home" lyrics - THE BOSWELL SISTERS

The streets are the grimiest, the Times is the timesiest
The mimes are the mimiest, the English, the blimiest
The subways, slimiest, the raps, the rhymiest
'Way back home!

Museums, the mustiest, the pizzas, the crustiest
Ninth Avenue's the gustiest, the courts are the justiest
The governors, the lustiest, drag queens, the bustiest
'Way back home!

Don't know why I left Manhattan, I really must confess
I'm just a weary exile, singing my song of loneliness

The bums are the craziest, the beef is the braisiest
The books are the phrasiest, the corn is the maiziest
The teens, malaiziest, the cops, the taziest
'Way back home!

The coffee's the perkiest, the muggers, the lurkiest
The sewers, the murkiest, the neighbors, the quirkiest
Yanks fans, the jerkiest, pickles, the gherkiest
'Way back home!

The trees are the rootiest, the orchestra, the flutiest
The puppies, the cutiest, Chelsea is the fruitiest
The wives, the shrewiest, bar TVs, the mutiest
'Way back home!

Don't know why I left Manhattan, I really must confess
I'm just a weary exile, singing my song of loneliness

The nuts are the saltiest, the beer is the maltiest
Criminals the faultiest, the roaches, the crawliest
The Mets, baseballiest, Apartments, smalliest
'Way back home!