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HOW

“THREE DOLLAR DEWEYS”

GOT ITS’ NAME
(redux)


We’ve been watching you reading our sign,
know what your thinking, what an unusual line.

Come on in, you’ll have a wonderful time.
Tell you a story and won’t take your last dime.

Legend has it that Dewey dropped in here,
looking for a lot more than a sandwich and beer.

A “Honky-Tonk Woman” worked her way to the old Port from Nantucket.
The money she earned, she put in her bucket.

She sold it on Commercial St. without any fear.
Meeting men at its’ intersection with Union, a perfectly named location, I hear.

Along came Dewey and asked for the price.
Normally it’s a buck but for you Dewey, it’s one times thrice.

Dewey scowled with some obvious distain.
That is until offered this sensible economic refrain.

Dewey, you won’t think the price is too high,
just let me put my hands in your fly.

Forget about everything except your own stimulation.
Money means nothing when it comes to inflation.

Plus, you’re going to be so ecstatic,
after you take me to that attic.

Folks’ let’s remember Dewey wasn’t looking for a bride,
but damn glad he paid those three bucks, for a “TICKET TO RIDE!”

The woman and bucket went back to Nantucket they say,
leaving Dewey thinking, I might as well stay.

He bought the whole corner by selling forty different beers and ale.
Next came the food and tourists, according to the tale.

Let’s end this ditty and come straight to the point.
That’s the way it came about, the naming of this joint.



*** During lunch on a tour of New England, the director challenged us to find out how this 
bar in the seaport of Portland Maine got its' name. I said I would do him one better, I would 
bring in the "Beatles and Stones." The Bar, Name, Location, Reasons are factual, perhaps 
some have been there.
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