At Fairway

They say that Fridays are always rushed at Fairway (at Fairway)
They say that Shabbos is always in the air
But when you're walkin' down that street
And you still ain't got a place to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere

They say the cashiers treat you fine at Fairway
But looking at this line gives me the blues
'Cause how ya gonna bring Shabbos in on time
When all you got is one thin dime?
And you don't got time to even shine your shoes

They say that I can't stay too long at Fairway (at Fairway)
I'll catch the Broadway bus for home, they all say
But they're dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can load up this my here car
And I won't quit till I'm a star at Fairway (at Fairway)