It’s my life
My birth
Oh that old Brooklyn birthplace
My heritage from my trace
Follow me up the block
Keep up and don’t stop
It was 1100 Pacific Street
A Street of its own being unique
The Brownstone heat that wouldn’t come up
The Landlord my Grandfather wanted to beat
But Christmas was fun times
Christmas Cards on the wall
Our Christmas tree decorated that stood tall
It was meals of all kinds of dishes and desserts for family and friends, but it was enough to feed all
It was a place I called home
My birthplace being free to roam
So thanks for travelling down my memory lane
My story from beginning to end in my mind to remain