(arpèges)

On the East Side of New York, On Avenue B,

All the boys are off their nut, they're jealous of him.

there's a guy creating talk, a wise - guy is he

They all love the girlies, but their chances are slim.

He's got quite a reputation, for making girlies fall,

When a fella gets a girlie, she only lasts one day,

Fat ones, tall ones, thin ones, small ones, He gets them all

He comes by, winks his eye and steals them a - way.

He's the Sheik of A-ve-nue B, I'm tel - ling you, he's the champ of them all

He's the Sheik of A-ve-nue B, I'm tel - ling you, he's the champ of them all

He's no bluff, he treats the girls rough, his hugs and kisses scare 'em, he don't spare 'em,

They all sigh, for him they would die, He gets a girl on Sunday, leaves her Monday,

You should see his Hebrew harem, He wants them all, to sa-laam as he goes by,

Some girls even don't last one day. He takes them all to the swellest Cabarets,

Rose Gold-stein's hus-band, sala-amed him in the eye.

But its the woman who pays and pays and pays

He acts like a real A - ra - bi - an Lord, since he bought his brand new second - hand Ford,

Husbands over their are scared for their lives, when they go to work, they lock up their wives,

Don't speak, He's the Sheik of A-ve-nue B

(Witheling)

Don't speak! He's the sheik of Avenue ........

B !