Spoken
B: Nathan, concentrate on the game. The town's up to here with high players. The Greek's in town!
NN: Brandy Bottle Bates!
B: Scranton Slim!
N: I know I could make a fortune, but where can I have the game?
Song
NN: The Biltmore garage wants a grand.
B: But we ain't got a grand on hand.
N: And they've now put a lock on the door, of the gym at Public school eighty-four.
NN: There's a stock room behind McClousky's bar.
B: But Missus McClousky ain't a good scout.
N: And things bein' how they are, the back of the police station is...out.
NN: So the Biltmore Garage is the spot.
All: But the one thousand bucks we ain't got!
Why, it's good reliable Nathan! Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit!
If you're looking for action he'll furnish the spot!
Even when the heat is on it's never too hot!
Not for good old reliable Nathan, for it's always just a short walk!
To the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York!
There are well-healed shooters everywhere, everywhere, there are well-healed shooters everywhere!
And an awful lot of lettuce for the fella who can get us there......
NBN: If we only had a lousy little grand we could be a millionaire!
All: That's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit!
If the size of your bundle you want to increase,
he'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace.
In a hideout provided by Nathan, where there are no neighbors to squawk!
It's the oldest established permanent floating CRAP GAME in New York!
Where's the action? Where's the game?
NBN: Gotta have a game or we'll die from shame.
All: It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York!