It Won't Be Long Now

歌詞

The elevated train by my window doesn′t faze me anymore The rattling screams don't disrupt my dreams It′s a lullaby, in its way The elevated train drives everyone insane but I don't mind, oh no When I bring back boys they can't tolerate the noise And that′s okay, cuz I never let them stay And one day, I′m hoppin' that elevated train and I′m riding away! It won't be long now! The boys around the way holler at me when I′m walking down the street Their machismo pride doesn't break my stride— It′s a compliment, so they say The boys around the way holler at me every day but I don't mind, oh no If I'm in the mood, it will not be with some dude Who is whistling cuz he has nothing to say Or who′s honking at me from his Chevrolet And one day... I′m hoppin' in a limousine and I′m driving away! It won't be long now! Ay, Usnavi, help! SOS! Good morning, Vanessa! If it isn′t the loveliest girl in the place You've got some schmutz on your face Good morning! Good morning! Vanessa! Vanessa! Vanessa! VANESSSSSAAAAAA! I′m thirsty, coño! Can I get a Pepsi and some packing tape? Uh, my cousin over there with his tongue hanging out, has been meaning to ask you... Yes? What a lady such as yourself might be doing tonight? Does your cousin dance? Like a drunk Chita Rivera Okay... After Nina's dinner, we can hit a few clubs and check out the fireworks... Oh snap! Who's that? Don′t touch me, I′m too hot! Yes! Qué pasó? Here I go! So dope! Y tu lo sabes! No pare Sigue sigue! Did you see me? Freaky freakit! What a way to begin the weekend Sonny, anything you want is free, man! And my dearly beloved Dominican Republic I haven't forgotten You! Gonna see this honey, make a little money And one day I′ll hop Jet Blue! But until that fateful day, I'm grateful I got a destination I′m runnin' to make it home And home′s what Vanessa's runnin' away from! I′m runnin′ to make it home And home's what Vanessa′s runnin' away from... The neighborhood salon is the place I am working for the moment As I cut their hair, ladies talk and share— Every day, who′s doing who and why The neighborhood salon doesn't pay me what I wanna be making but I don′t mind As I sweep the curb I can hear those turbo engines blazing a trail through the sky I look up and think about the years gone by But one day—I'm walkin' to JFK and I′m gonna fly! It won′t be long now! Any day