Текст песни 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!