Come on down and see me, you know my name well I'm everything you read, I've got it to sell The ladies on my street, I'm there for their health Welfare checks don't pay, they're owed too much wealth The cats and the rat things, go bump through the night They'll come do a dance thing, just turn off your light Gamara is a nursery rhyme, you won't find in the book It's written on your city's face, just stop and take a look A story of pure hate, with pictures between A tale for your kids, to help them to dream Sleep now little children, don't lose your way Cause tourists don't see things, in the clearness of day Gamara is a nursery rhyme, you won't find in the book It's written on your city's face, just stop and take a look A beautiful conversation, just stop and take a look