This song was composed by Irving the Rover
As he traveled great Brooklyn and most parts of Queens
He became so verblunget (which means great confusion
In case you shouldn't know what verblunget means)

At Flatbush near Nostrand he'd been on his ramblin'
Being footsore and weary he lay down to rest
He had Katz' pastrami, and I had salami,
But Dr Brown's Cel-Ray was what he liked best

It tasted much sweeter than a strawberry malted,
More sweeter than halvah and gave more content,
But the thought of his mother, lamenting and kvetching
Brought tears to his eyes and made him repent

The night fast approaching, to the subway he resorted
Heading home to Coney Island where Nathan's shines bright
His mom so surprised when first he arrived,
''I'll fix you a corned beef sandwich; Why didn't you write?''

So he's living back at home and his mother's contented
They have Dr Brown's Cel-Ray delivered to the door
So he sits in the bedroom and dreams about women
Contented he'll stay and go rambling no more

@parody @travel
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