Fine Clothes to the Jew/Brass Spitoons

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BRASS SPITOONS
Clean the spitoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.Clean the spitoons.The steam in hotel kitchens,And the smoke in hotel lobbies,And the slime in hotel spitoons:Part of my life. Hey, boy! A nickel, A dime, A dollar,Two dollars a day. Hey, boy! A nickel, A dime, A dollar, Two dollarsBuys shoes for the baby.House rent to pay.Gin on Saturday,Church on Sunday. My God!Babies and gin and churchand women and Sundayall mixed up with dimes anddollars and clean spitoonsand house rent to pay. ​ Hey, boy!A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord.Bright polished brass like the cymbalsOf King David's dancers,Like the wine cups of Solomon. Hey, boy!A clean spitoon on the altar of the Lord.A clean bright spitoon all newly polished,—At least I can offer that. Com' mere, boy!
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