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The sidewalk cafe, once peaceful and calm
Is perverted by tourists and the outstretching palm.
Cross palms with your silver, cross palms with your gold
You still won't get coffee 'til it's good and cold.
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Cross it with smiles or the bitterest frown
They'll simply say "Thank you" and start looking around.
Ask for the time, or, salt for your chips
And they'll smile and bow, like they're not really gyps.
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Ask for the milk and ask for the cream
They'll bring you an ouzo and a plate of broad beans.
Complain if you want, it'll show no results
They want all your money and not your insults.
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Pay up the check, boys,
And keep up the smiles.
Just forget your change
'Til you're miles and miles
Away.