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

Carlos And Yolanda

Dancing In The Hallway

To An Old Melody

Spanish Eyes And Soft Brown Curls

My Love, My Love

Come To Me



I Believe I'm In The Power Of St. Lazarus

And He Holds Me In His Sight

I Know That These Jitterbug Days I'm Living

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



Bernadette



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



Yolanda



Baby, Baby

No More Baby Talk

Papi, This Ain't Mayaguez



Bernadette & Yolanda



This Is The Island Of Nueva York



Yolanda



We'll Go Through The Projects

Make Out On The Roof

Count The Stars Like Silver Studs

On My Motorcycle Boots



Umbrella Man



Wastin' Your Time Here Man, They Don't Know What I Do

Watcha Lookin' At, Little Ghetto Weed

Sucio, I Feel Like Killin' You



Banana Colored Light Skinned Spics

You Feel Your Peel So Fine

I'm Hernandez, The Umbrella Man

Your Future's Locked In Mine

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, Down

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.



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 Can Buy Some Protection From Me.



Cause If Someones Got To Die

To Pa