Come downstairs, I'm buzzing you
Come downstairs, I got nothing to do
Come downstairs now
Come downstairs now
Come downstairs now

You know, there's a legend
And it goes like this:
If you kiss the lamppost between 224th street and 225th
In the Bronx
When it's a full moon
You'll be granted three wishes

But nobody does it
They don't believe in magical realism in the Bronx
They don't even believe it exists in other places
But especially not in the Bronx
Come downstairs now
I'm buzzing you
It's a full moon
Our wishes will come true soon

Do you know what I'd wish for?
Do you know what I'd wish for?
Do you know what I'd wish for?
Do you know what I'd wish for?
A 24-hour Baskin-Robbins in my neighborhood
An elevator in my building so that I wouldn't have to walk up to the eighth floor
And also a dog