Here's a story about Broom Street
And a guy they called Broomstreet
When he'd walk along Broom Street
Everybody would stop to stare
Every night at eight-fifty
He'd come by with some nifty
With his love he was shifty
He had plenty to share
And lots to spare
He wears a lot of suits from Carters
He looks so gay
When he displayed his socks and garters
They'd say hey hey
But they're sad along Broom Street
Something happened to Broomstreet
Gals now call it Gloom Street
Since he met this gal Mame
Broom Street's not the same