Long ago on Coney Island
there lives a king.
Big John his name,
his height and voice his fame.He passed away some time ago,
then Coney produced a Queen.Beloved by all, young and old,
with a welcome smile and a heart of
gold
and a knowledge of everything.Her open door welcomed all the world
with Bushmills, wine or tea,Katie her name, affection her fame.
She was Coney Island to me.
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