And they wandered in
From the city of St. John
Without a dimeWearing coats that shined
Both red and green colors
From their sunny islandFrom their boats of iron
They looked upon the promised land
Where surely life was sweetOn the rising tide
To New York City did they ride
Into the streetSee the glory
(See the glory of)
Of the royal scam
They are hounded down
To the bottom of a bad town
Amid the ruinsWhere they learn to fear
An angry race of fallen kings
Their dark companionsWhile the memory of
Their southern sky was clouded by
A savage winterEvery patron saint
Hung on the wall, shared the room
With twenty sinnersSee the glory
(See the glory of)
Of the royal scamBy the blackened wall
He does it all
He thinks he's died and gone to heaven
Now the tale is told
By the old man back home
He reads the letterHow they are paid in gold
Just to babble in the back room
All night and waste their timeAnd they wandered in
From the city of St. John
Without a dimeSee the glory
(See the glory of)
Of the royal scamSee the glory
(See the glory of)
Of the royal scamSee the glory
(See the glory of)
Of the royal scam
