coney island on a washboard she would play
you could hear her on the boardwalk every day
the little bubbles all around, and the soap suds on the ground
rub a dub a dub in her little tub oh what tunes she found

the little cymbals on her fingers made the noise
she played charleston on her laundry for the boys

she could rag a tune right through the knees
of a brand new suit of Easy breezes
coney island on the washboard down the lane.

(that's what I recall from the Old Mills Brothers record)

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