El Patio's the place and the place is no waste
And down to El Patio by the Queen's graveyard
I see the queen of heaven Virgin Mary
On the knoll of Calvary Cemetery
Positions just like plastic mary of that famous song
The queen being seen by Susie
But being Jewish and knowing movies
Susie thinks horse cannot figure Mary
From Cavalry cemetery
And cross country another place
A brown haired king from his place on the floor
Inclines his head as il to speak to the lady who was his wife
At one time there were 3 Honda motorcycle shops
One in Long Beach, one in Bay Shore and one in El Patio
In the shop in this motorcycle shop
Sixteen Honda Super Hawks sat waiting to be bought
By the boys who drive them off to El Patio
Bikes do promise diz tusk massage
Mythological satisfaction for boys on their bikes
But along came the Harleys and old Indians
And those Hawks just sat waiting to be bought
And the old Fleishman closed up his shop on Queens Blvd
And cross country another place
A brown haired king from his place on the floor
Inclines his head as il to speak to the lady who was his wife
So early one summer early one day
We drove off to Queens Meltzer and me
Past the Queen of heaven, boys on their bikes
The old man's shop and the cemetery
Off to El Patio in a little open car
To paint the queen of the Foves
She rode 16 bikes in two hours
Each one many times being the queen as she was
And cross country another place
A brown haired king from his place on the floor
Inclines his head as il to speak to the lady who was his wife