When it says goodbye You don’t hear it sigh Does that it mean That it’s gone far far away Is this your day to Buy a paper Draw a moustache Make the mayor a giraffe Try and tempt fate Get pneumonia Recuperate with soy bologna
Can you hear the rain a plopping slowly With a soft and soapy thud Don’t you worry about a mopping, sholy You’ll only find yourself with mud Me falta una maleta Me falta una maleta
When you go to bed Lay your fuzzy head By the nightstand Where you turned off your phone Nobody’s home, now Ride the subway Make graffiti Go to Famous Ray’s Buy ziti Get the paper No more artwork Make the mayor a dartboard
Can you hear the rain a plopping slowly With a soft and soapy thud Don’t you worry about a mopping, sholy You’ll only find yourself with mud Me falta una maleta Me falta una maleta