Maspeth is where I reside
Maspeth is where my wife died
A simple town which once was cozy
It’s now so crowded that’s not so rosie
Too many cars and not enough spaces
You’ll lose your spot by tying your laces
Kids no longer play in the street
Speeding cars took away that treat
A country town which once was heaven
My Maspeth never needed a 7-Eleven
Everywhere you look there’s houses
Now people even attend church with half trousers
No more tipping of the hat to say hello
That’s out of style another new low
They call it progress my dear friend
Could it be that my Maspeth is nearing the end?