I'm walking the pooch around the block this evening past little attached brick houses with tiny Christmas trees lit up in the front windows, and people all warm and cozy inside with their tea and their mince pies - a classically British suburban scenario - when suddenly I see an old Englishman in a flat cap walking toward us, whistling a familiar tune. What the hell is that song, I ask myself, and suddenly the words come to me: "We'll take Manhattan....The Bronx and Staten Island too..."
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