Dumbo Sun

As we play in the dumbo sun

We feel the love for everyone

Days burn down in the dumbo sun

We got off we got off we got off we got off

There was a man in a yellow thong

He was doing his yoga and doing it wrong

Down under the bridge for all to see

He got off he got off he got off he got off

Yeah, how I miss those days more than a little

Growing young in the dumbo sun

Me and Jo tried to change the world

But the world wasn't listening to two brooklyn girls

So we started a band and we banged up our knees

We got off we got off we got off we got off

Life wouldn't take us too seriously

So we sang on the subway and sang out of key

To the isle of manhattan promiscuously

We got off we got off we got off we got off

Yeah, how I miss those days

More than a little

Growing young in then dumbo sun

Washington slept here a tree it can grow here and I

Grow smaller and sleepless so high

Circling and circle line skies

Willowing wondering why can't

Tiffany's breakfast be mine?

Ask Truman Capote Truman Capote Truman Capote

And all of my homies

Yeah, how I miss those days more than a little

Growing young in the dumbo sun

Growing young in the dumbo sun

Growing young in the dumbo sun