Lyrics

They call her Bullets Laverne She's the gal on the go You can see her on 42nd Street Putting on a show Shes the one with the flaming hair And a dimpled knees She's the one who lives for love And she loves to please She gets up in the morning Puts her makeup on thick And goes out for a stroll Standing on the corner of 42nd Street When you see her you will lose control She catches everyone's eye And makes the mornin' a treat Fellas I'm talkin' about Bullets Laverne Of 42nd Street She gets up in the morning Puts her makeup on thick And goes out for a stroll Standing on the corner of 42nd Street When you see her you will lose control They call her Bullets Laverne She makes the mornin' a treat I'm talking 'bout Bullets Laverne Of 42nd Street Hello Sailor