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 
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