Coney Isle

Just out on the mountain sitting on a log
Finger on the trigger and an eye on a hog
I’m on my way, I’m going back to Coney Isle
I pulled the trigger and the gun says zip
Jumped on the hog with all of my grip
I’m on my way, I’m going back to Coney Isle
It’s hello Sal, I know you
The one old slipper and a run down shoe
I’m on my way, I’m going back to Coney Isle
Now talk about a people having a devil of a time
Eating up the chicken and a drinking the wine
I’m on my way, I’m going back to Coney Isle