Lyrics

I’m stuck here in LA with the palm trees and the actors
My mind wanders east and I want to get back there
I think about where I grew up–my daddy and my mommy
And I get a bad craving – I want some hot pastrami

Take me back to my old Brooklyn deli
Where the bagels are hard and the gefilte fish is smelly
Take me back…to my old Brooklyn deli

Driving thru the desert where the tumbleweed meets the cacti
There’s a ramshackle stand selling fry bread and orange Nehi
I really shouldn’t complain – cause it all looks so delicious
But I miss my Brooklyn deli and those piping hot knishes

Take me back to my old Brooklyn deli
Where the pickles are sour and there’s chocolate covered jellies
Take me back…to my old Brooklyn deli

Give me some chopped liver and some rice pudding to go
Do you guys deliver? I really want to know!

Standing up on this here stage gives me one big appetite
I wonder where we can get something good to eat tonight
By the time we pack our stuff up and get back out on the road
All the kitchens will be shut down – all the restaurants will be closed

Take me back to me old Brooklyn Deli
where there’s breakfast all night
and there’s Dr Brown’s Black Cherry
Take me back…to my old Brooklyn deli