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They say this town is dead Here in Seattle, At nine o'clock they go to bed Here in Seattle; That there is no place to dine, Or to have a quiet time, And they don't drink beer or wine Here in Seattle. But, my boy, I've done the line Here in Seattle, But your life that I got mine Here in Seattle, All the girls were mighty fine, And when it comes to drinking wine That is where the dear ones shine Here in Seattle. All the ladies are immense Here in Seattle; And there's none will take offense Here in Seattle; And there's none will take offense Here in Seattle. But on chicks they like to dine, then get bleary-eyed on wine, Talk about a bully time, Here in Seattle, And the girls are most discreet Here in Seattle; But they dress so very neat, show their cunning little feet, After dark with you they'll meet Here in Seattle. In an auto then you go Here in Seattle' For there's nothing very slow Here in Seattle, On the Boulevard then you dine, Something doing all the time, Life is just one merry rhyme Here in Seattle; And the married ladies, too, Here in Seattle. To their husbands all are true Here in Seattle. With no other men they'll dine, they would scorn to smell of wine, You'll never find them on the line. Here in Seattle, But on Sundays then you know Here in Seattle, Off to church they all must go Here in Seattle, For they've got to make a show, They must walk and talk just so, Never naughty, O! No! No! Here in Seattle, But when the lights are burning red Here in Seattle, When you think they're all in bed Here in Seattle/ All the sights I'd hate to tell, But you'll find they do quite well, For a dead town it beats Hell Here in Seattle. |
