Everywhere has a wheeler an' dealer raised in the back streets of town. Everywhere has a spieler who's a clown. Every haunt has a hustler an' bustler born with the tongue of a snake. Every haunt has a muscler on the make. Chorus. Them kinda monkeys can't swing and them birdies can't sing. If them pigs could fly maybe they'd fly away from me. Everywhere has a ducker an' diver doin' his best to impress. Everywhere has a sciver in a mess. Every place has a joker at poker born with a marked deck of cards. Every place has a smoker in the yards