Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathan Lane
Nathan Lane
Vocals
Walter Bobbie
Walter Bobbie
Vocals
J.K. Simmons
J.K. Simmons
Vocals
Guys and Dolls Ensemble (1992)
Guys and Dolls Ensemble (1992)
Vocals
Edward Strauss
Edward Strauss
Conductor
Guys and Dolls Orchestra (1992)
Guys and Dolls Orchestra (1992)
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Loesser
Frank Loesser
Composer
Michael Starobin
Michael Starobin
Orchestrator
George Bassman
George Bassman
Orchestrator
Ted Royal
Ted Royal
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay David Saks
Jay David Saks
Producer
James Nichols
James Nichols
Recording Engineer
Ken Hahn
Ken Hahn
Mixing Engineer
Paul Goodman
Paul Goodman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Nathan, concentrate on the crap game! The town is up to here with high players! The Greek's in town! Brandy Bottle Bates! Scranton Slim! I know, I could make a fortune! But where can I have the game? The Biltmore Garage wants a grand, But we ain't got a grand on hand. And they've now got a lock on the door Of the gym at P.S. 84. There's the stockroom behind McClusky's bar... But Mrs. McClusky ain't a good scout. And things bein' how they are, The back of the police station is out. So the Biltmore Garage is the spot, But the one thousand bucks we ain't got. Why, it's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit. If you're looking for action, he'll furnish the spot. Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot. Not for good old reliable Nathan, For it's always just a short walk To the oldest established permanent floating crap game In New York. There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere, There are well-heeled shooters everywhere. And an awful lot of lettuce for the fella who can get us there... If we only had a lousy little grand, we could be a millionare! That's good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit. If the size of your bundle you want to increase, He'll make sure that you go broke in quiet and peace In a hideout provided by Nathan, Where there are no neighbors to squawk. It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game In New York. Where's the action? Where's the game? Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame... It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game In New York!
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