a couple of Broadway founders.
We are a part of the heart of New York.
I know all the fair maids and
I know all the gay blades
Well, way down deep inside,
I had a Broadway, the glamour,
the lights, the roaring forties,
It's not for me, no sirree, not for me.
simple folks I call my kin
Well, if it isn't Pop and Hiya Mom,
you always have the cutest grin.
Just look at Rover wag his tail,
And get a load of Sister Grace.
You can't see the freckles
How would you like to go and see
Wouldn't you just as soon
beneath the Hoosier moon?
For all of the many reasons
that I've mentioned here before,
my heart will always be in Kokomo.
will always be indefinitely Indian. Piano.
Wish I were back again where first I
wore my panties with the safety pin,
Just look at Rover wag his tail.
He'll give you all a Central Park.
For one big, beautiful sy camore tree.
geographically beautiful.
Indefin itely. Indubitably.