©Paul Simon, released on Songs from The Capeman, 1997
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[Sal:]
I been sleeping on the roof of my building
It's cooler than the street.
I been watching the setting sun
As it bounces off the avenue
Turning into gold dust at my feet.
OH-WOH-OH
Carlos and Yolanda
Dancing in the hallway
To an old melody
Spanish eyes and soft brown curls
My love, my love
Come to me.
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I believe I'm in the power of Saint Lazarus.
And he holds me in his sight
I know that these jitterbug days I'm livin',
Well, they won't last for all of us,
But they'll last for a long summer night.
I can feel the fire in her eyes
Tonight, tonight
Under satin summer skies.
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[The Vampires:]
OOH-OOH-OO-OOH-OOH-OO
OOH-WOO-OO-OO
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[Girls:]
Baby, baby, baby
Be my special one
I seen you move in from across the street
I like the way you walk
I love the way you run
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Baby, baby,
No more baby talk
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Papi, this ain't Mayagüez
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This is the island of Nueva York
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We'll go through the projects,
Make-out on the roofs
An' count the stars like silver studs on
My . . .
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Motorcycle boots
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Tengan cuidado con ese tipo.
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Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio.
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?Sucio!
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[Hernández:]
You wastin' your time, they don't know what I do
You little ghetto weeds . . . I feel like killin' you.
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Banana-colored light-skinned spics,
You feel your peel so fine?
I'm Hernández, The Umbrella Man,
Your future's locked in mine.
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The Chaplains and The Golden Guineas
The Red Wings and The Crowns,
The Mighty Mau Maus,
Those Shines from Brooklyn,
They want to cut The Vampires down
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The Savage Skulls, The Fordham Baldies,
They'll treat you like you're piss
From the heart of the barrio, now my brother
We tell them mother fuckers suck on this.
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I think we got something to talk about.
You're a coolie from the turf.
That's cool, but you don't get no respect around
here unless you belong to a bopping gang . . .
I mean, you either belong or you get hurt.
Or you could buy some protection from me.
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'Cause if someone's got to die
To pay for the shit they done
I believe in an eye for an eye
What you believe in, Salvador Agrón?
Mr. Agrón? Senor Agrón?
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[Sal:]
I believe I'm in the power of St. Lazarus
And he holds me in his sight
I believe he watches over us all
Don't tear apart
This satin summer night.
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