It Won't Be Long Now

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, 'cause I never let them [A]stay
And one day, I'm hoppin' that elevated tɾain and [Bm]I'm ɾiding away!
It won't be [Am]long [Am]now!

The boys around the way holler at me when I'm walking down the stɾeet
Their machismo pride doesn't break my [A]stɾide
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 [Am]with some dude
Who is whistling 'cause he has nothing to [C7]say
Or who's honking at me from his Chevrolet!
And one day, I'm hoppin' in a limousine and [Bm]I'm driving away!
It won't be [Am]long [Am]now!

Ay, Usnavi, help! SOS!

Good morning, Vanessa!
If it isn't the loveliest girl in the place

You've got [Fm7]some schmutz on [C7]your face

Good morning!

Good morning!

Vanessa!

Vanessa!

Vanessa!

Vanessa! I'm thirsty, coño!

Can I get a Pepsi and [Bm]some packing tape?

Uh, my [A]cousin over there with his tongue hanging out, has been meaning to [C7]ask you

Yes?

What a lady such as yourself might be [Am]doing tonight?

Does your cousin dance?

Like a drunk Chita Rivera

Okay, after Nina's dinner, we can hit a few clubs and [Bm]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 [A7see me?

Freaky freakit!

What a way to [C7]begin the weekend
Sonny, anything you [A7want is free, man!
And my [A]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 [Fm7]a destination
I'm ɾunnin' to [C7]make it home
And home's what Vanessa's ɾunnin' away from!
I'm ɾunnin' to [C7]make it home
And home's what Vanessa's ɾunnin' away from

The neighborhood salon [C7]is the place I am working for [Dm7]the moment
As I cut their hair, ladies talk and [Bm]share
Every day, who's doin' who and [Bm]why
The neighborhood salon [C7]doesn't pay me what I wanna be [Am]making but I don't mind
As I sweep the curb I can hear those turbo engines blazing a tɾail through the sky
I look up and [Bm]think about the years gone by
But one day, I'm walkin' to [C7]JFK and [Bm]I'm gonna fly!
It won't be [Am]long [Am]now!
Any day