[Verse 1: thick brooklyn-accented male MC, shouted fast over the frantic drums and the surf guitar] Ninety-nine in Bensonhurst, July, the tar is meltin' black Called up Lou and Tito, Marcus, told 'em "Bring your bad backs" "I'm movin' out on Saturday, I'll pay in pizza and in pie" Lou said "What floor?" I said "Sixth," and Lou let out a sigh Got a van from my cousin with a slidin' door that sticks And a sleeper sofa built from what I'm pretty sure is bricks Fish tank and a weight bench and a fridge that's never cold Twelve boxes labeled "Kitchen" and a cat that's nine years old Marcus brought a back brace and a pair of leather gloves Said "This is how I show it, Danny, this is how I show my love" [Hook: brooklyn MC, shouted, handclaps on every line] Movin' day, movin' day, grab a corner, don't let go Six floors, no elevator, watch the doorframe, take it slow Movin' day, movin' day, pizza waitin' at the end You ain't really got a friend until you're movin' with a friend [Verse 2: brooklyn MC, faster, the surf guitar twanging hard] Couch got wedged on four between the railin' and the wall Lou is hollerin' "Tilt it, tilt it!" Tito's hollerin' "Let it fall!" Mrs. Esposito in 4A cracks her door to watch the show Says "You scratch my paint, I'm callin' up your mother, just so you know" Fridge went down on Marcus' back, he sweated through his shirt Fish named Pepperoni in a salad bowl, unhurt Three hours, five floors, and the cat is in the wall And the van is double-parked, and I ain't even told 'em all [Blast Beat: as the couch clears the last flight the drummer erupts into a blast beat for four bars, then snaps back to the surf groove] Down, down, down, down, watch your fingers on the door Down, down, down, down, we made it to the floor! [Hook] Movin' day, movin' day, grab a corner, don't let go Six floors, no elevator, watch the doorframe, take it slow Movin' day, movin' day, pizza waitin' at the end You ain't really got a friend until you're movin' with a friend [Verse 3: brooklyn MC, out of breath, then louder than ever] Got it all inside the van, Lou wipin' sweat across his head Said "Okay, so where we goin'?" and I pointed up and said "Same building, same floor, I'm takin' 6C 'cross the hall Got a window and a bigger closet, that's the move, that's all" Lou just stared up at the window, Tito lay down on the curb Marcus laughed until he cried, he couldn't even say a word "You coulda slid it on a rug across the hall in half a minute!" I said "Yeah, but then I wouldn't get the whole day with y'all in it" So we carried every box back up the same six flights again And the cat came out the wall to meet us, purrin' at the end [Hook] Movin' day, movin' day, grab a corner, don't let go Six floors, no elevator, watch the doorframe, take it slow Movin' day, movin' day, pizza waitin' at the end You ain't really got a friend until you're movin' with a friend [End]
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