Tongo! Jim diddy mah ee mah ee oh Tongo! Oop diddy oop diddy kumbaya Ooo ah nay Mali pow maloo way

When the sun goes down O’er the west side of town Where you goin to? Come and watch with me It’s a sight to see From the greatest view! It’s a trip cross the bridge To the other ridge Follow me If you will To the new place That I like to be On Vinegar Hill Here’s an old hospital They turned Into a studio We make music there Paint some pictures too And video Now go up on the roof And I’ll show you the proof Hand in hand Standing still You can see lots of things From this spot on Vinegar Hill Chelsea has the High Line And the Brooklyn Bridge turned their piers into parks Repurposing is the new thing If you don’t believe me Then you don’t belong here Hey now You just gotta go East of DUMBO I’ll be waiting there till Till it’s closing time here at the studio On Vinegar Hill Chelsea has the High Line And the Brooklyn Bridge turned their piers into parks New York’s the greatest in the world And if you don’t believe me Then get up and get over now

I saw her dancing there up in the Peppermint Room Dressed in a black and white checkered costume I moseyed up to her and asked to learn how to dance She held me in her arms and put me in her trance. It goes One and two and three and four And how do you do One and two and three and four And run around Sue And then Five and six and seven eight Bring it on down Nine ten ‘leven twelve All over town It’s right up there with boogaloo and the cha-cha-cha Felt like flamenco, ole and huzzah I asked is this a square dance, you know do si do? She took me in her arms and she said “I don’t know!”

This is the last straw, she’s doing it again She beat me to the bathroom, I’m stinking up the den It’s drizzling outside, it’s been since half past four If mah plan works, then I don’t have to suffer through this anymore I’ll grab my shampoo, I’ll grab my brush Put on my swimsuit so the others won’t see much Running up the stairs, running out the door I’m gonna do something that no one’s done before Rooftop shower Out there in the rain Up on top, wash me go insane No one to see me from below No one up in the sky Cause they don’t have a reason why Come find me, you’ll see The water may be cold but it doesn’t bother me The experience up here is better don’t you know? Listen to the laments of the people down below It's raining It's raining The birds have flown away It's raining It's raining Back home I want to stay A maiden in the sky above Does not like her job because She has to protect people from the pain She resents her place in the sky Gets back at her boss and makes the clouds cry Drowning the citizens in rain In rain It's raining It's raining How we wish the clouds would dry It's raining It's raining And if we drown we die The rain has flooded homes and stores The water's leaking through cracks of doors and leaving people standing there alone Now everyone must ride in boats The town has become castle moats And the rest of us must sit around and moan And moan. Not me cause I’m taking a Rooftop shower Fun and fancy free I look down and no one looks at me This is the last place where Anyone would look It’s the oldest trick in the book! Come up here and see The water may be cold but it doesn’t bother me Nobody can see us, not even from the 7 train Soapy water down the gutter makes a perfect makeshift drain This is amazing, check out the view Should’ve done this sooner, doing it now, it’s new The rain is never over, it’s not me to decide The only way to dry off is when I finally come inside I’m taking a rooftop shower Getting warmer by the hour No waste of water isn’t that nice My hair smelling like sugary spice I wish that sun above Would never shine And afterwards we’ll head down for cherry wine Down with clothes-ies Just our toe-sies And everything in between Wet your hair and Jump right on our Rooftop shower song Sing along

Hello Angela Long time no see How’s your life at the University What are your classes Are they something I’d take too? I remember the last time I have fallen in love with you. Hello Angela When are you free Wanna go out for some Bubble tea with me What’s that you say? You switched your preference to beer? I knew the first minute You were gonna like it here. Third verse Same as the first

Twas a dark stormy night, as the train rattled on, All the passengers had gone to bed, Except one young man with a baby in his arms Sat there with a bowed-down head. The innocent one began crying just then, As though its poor heart would break. One angry man said, Make that child stop its noise, For it’s keeping all of us awake. Put it out, said another, don’t keep it in here We’ve paid for this ride and want rest But never a word said the man with the child And fondled it close to his chest Now where is its mother? Go bring it to her a maiden then softly said I wish I could was the man’s sad reply But she’s dead in the next one ahead While the train rolled onwards the husband sat in tears Thinking of the happiness of just a few short years Baby's face brings pictures of a cherished one that's dead The baby's crying cannot waken her in the baggage coach ahead Every eye filled with tears when his story was told Of a wife who was faithful and true He told how he’d saved up his earnings for years Just to build them a home for two How when Heaven had sent them that sweet little babe Their young happy lives were blessed His heart seemed to break when he mentioned her name And in tears tried to tell them the rest Every woman arose to assist with the child There were mothers and wives on the train And soon was the little one sleeping in peace With no thought of sorrow or pain They arrived at the station he said his goodbyes God bless you he softly said Each one had a story to tell in their homes Of the baggage coach ahead

Only forty-five minutes from Broadway Think of the changes it brings For the short time it takes What a difference it makes In the ways of the people and things Oh, what a fine bunch of bluebirds Oh, what a gay atmosphere They have whiskers like hay And imagine Broadway Only forty-five minutes from here Only forty-five minutes from Broadway Not a cafe in the town Oh the place is a bird, no one here ever heard Of Delmonico, Rector, or Browne With a ten dollar bill you're a spendthrift If you open a bottle of beer You're a sport so they say, and imagine Broadway Forty-five minutes My mother's name was Mary She was so good and true Because her name was Mary She called me Mary, too She wasn't gay or airy But plain as she could be I hate to meet a Mary Who calls herself "Marie" For it is Mary, Mary Plain as any name can be But with propriety, society will say "Marie" But it was Mary, Mary Long before the fashions came And there is something there that sounds so square It's a grand old name It's awfully nice of all of you to see me to the train (So long, Mary) I didn't think you'd care if you should ne'er see me again (You're wrong, Mary) This reminds me of my family, On the day I left Schenectady. To the station then they came with me I seem to hear them say So long, Mary Mary, we will miss you so So long, Mary How we hate to see you go We'll all be longing for you While you roam So long Don't forget to come back home

Eddie, Veronica Valerie and Fay All sortsa parties On the very same day Gotta get to all of them Then we’re homeward bound Down the parkway, parkway All across the town Turn off to the Exit up ahead Stay for two minutes then On the road again Look at the map now For where to go to next As soon as it’s over We gotta go and rest Up, down, over, around Twisting and turning through the trees abound Keep right, stay in line Hoping we can make there on time ETA is Somewhere half past five Here comes another gig On the other side Almost there But a tire got a flat Tell Louis and Clark They gotta pay for that Worst tour ever Things have gone askew Second time this month What ya gonna do? Like a sled of dogs somebody’s gotta mush This the last time we agree to do one-day rush