Guns Under the Counter      "Well, good for you.   But we have something too."   So said my aunt      A bowling alley and lunch counter   Filled with fellas on their lunch break   From the Western Electric plant at a slant across the street   And next door when So-and-So's men would come in, and the man himself very often      It was guns under the counter every time   Guns under the counter every time   Guns under the counter every time   And bowling on the second floor      Very often he was there himself   And I, of course, had a special small ball as a little girl,   And didn't I grow up, didn't I grow up to be captain of the Morton girls bowling team? I did!   Though I don't attach much importance to that now, or then   Then riding the old Garfield El downtown   And on up to State Street   And back to guns under the counter   Guns under the counter every time   Guns under the counter   And bowling on the second floor      I never liked Douglas park   And no one likes it now   But that's neither here nor there   There, or here   West of Crawford, where it is I stayed   Chicago straights alliterates   North, and south   I lived in the Ms   But it was down on the south side   Dr. Peter Pane and his brother had their doughnut factory   And I mention it now because      That one day   Now I wasn't there, we were in Davenport at that time   Some north side Irish bullets came zipping through that window   In Cicero   Never stand at a window   And past the counter   Looking for those men   Who had their guns behind the counter   And you could smell the boiled cabbage on those bullets   One of them managed to hit a young pinsetter in the leg   Wouldn't you know it   But luckily Panagoulis   Dr. Peter Pane   Was there to see to it   He took some special blackberry filling right out of his lunch bag   And applied it to the young man's wound   You see, Dr. Peter Pane was an interesting man   And an even more interesting doctor   As he would use no material or remedy that wasn't used in the manufacture   Of his doughnuts down on 82nd and Kedzie with his brother.   But he tempered this by the fact that he would rarely use ingredients   That didn't have some medicinal purpose   Or so he thought      Here in the doughnut factory   They have confectioner's sugar   So sweet it was caustic   And chocolate so bitter that it could kill typhus   Glazing so shiny   It could set back glaucoma   And filling so filling,   You didn't need stitches   The same special blackberry filling that was applied to the young man's wound   Blackberry filling that came straight from Dr. Peter Pane's lunch bag      We were in Davenport   With a big restaurant downtown   And I once kept a jackrabbit in the back yard   And I'd walk across the river to Rock Island to Greek school   On a fine fall day   And I'd look up at the sky   And down at the river   But Davenport changed its name to Hooverville   So to speak, and we had to go to Chicago to move in with my aunt