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New York City
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New York City

When I land at Kennedy Airport

My eyes bug out of my head

This is it, man! A beautiful country!

But when I get to Jamaica Ave.

Where are the money trees?

When I get to Flatbush

Oh, oh, what did I get myself into?

Looks like they sold me a bad ticket.


Daniel Simidor.


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