Pittsburgh

We are the guests of Mr. Smalls.
Somewhere he's watching us through eyeholes in the walls.

Mr. Small's Theater - partly hoping, half afraid
We could rock it so well
We would roll down the hill
We could rock it so well
We would roll down the hill.

I still have dreams about a place
Called the Electric Banana
Where we're falling into space.

Mr. Small's Theater - partly hoping, half afraid
We could rock it so well
We would roll down the hill
We could rock it so well
We would roll down the hill.

Mr. Small's, Mr. Small's, Mr. Small's, Mr. Small's!