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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Vocals
Marc Anthony
Marc Anthony
Vocals
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Background Vocals
Teana Rodriguez
Teana Rodriguez
Background Vocals
Briz
Briz
Background Vocals
Karen Bernod
Karen Bernod
Background Vocals
Renee Connell-Adams
Renee Connell-Adams
Background Vocals
DeWayne Snype
DeWayne Snype
Background Vocals
Kia Jeffries
Kia Jeffries
Background Vocals
Ed Vasquez
Ed Vasquez
Background Vocals
Derrick James
Derrick James
Background Vocals
Edgar Stewart
Edgar Stewart
Background Vocals
David Mann
David Mann
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Composer
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Producer
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Producer
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Producer
Andy Smith
Andy Smith
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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. 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. OOH-OOH-OO-OOH-OOH-OO OOH-WOO-OO-OO 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 Baby, baby, No more baby talk Papi, this ain't Mayagüez This is the island of Nueva York We'll go through the projects, Make-out on the roofs An' count the stars like silver studs on My . . . Motorcycle boots Tengan cuidado con ese tipo. Ay verdad te digo, ese tipo es tan sucio. ¡Sucio! You wastin' your time, they don't know what I do You little ghetto weeds . . . I feel like killin' you. Banana-colored light-skinned spics, You feel your peel so fine? I'm Hernández, 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 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 could buy some protection from me. '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? Señor Agrón? 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.
Writer(s): Paul Simon, Derek Walcott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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