One night, gaiety found its
way into my tower.
Suddenly, it was filled with
happy people.
Thin happy people,
fat happy people,
tall happy people,
short happy people,
old, young, many faces from many places.
My tower was filled with
nice neighborly sounds.
The phone ringing,
knocks upon the door,
many conversations competing
madly for attention,
and the heartwarming sound
of people laughing out loud.
We talked mostly about New York.
the concerts we'd attended,
the humidity,
the plays we had seen,
the humidity,
the musicals on Broadway,
and the humidity.
We had artists, we had businessmen,
we had musicians,
and we had a wonderful waiter,
a waiter named Noah.
Noah, Noah, where is Noah?
Where is Noah?
Where is Noah?
Where is Noah?
Here comes Noah now.
Say, Noah, we're gonna
have some fun.
Empty the ashtrays,
get on some ice,
cause we're having a party,
and the people are nice.
Clear off the table, order some chow,
cause we're having a party, right now.
Come in. Come in.
Hi, Mike. Hi, Kate.
Hi, Don. Hi, Bess.
Please excuse this awful mess.
Hi, Sue. Hi, Joe.
Hi, Faye. Hi, Pete.
There's a chair over there by
the window seat.
Nice place you got here.
I like it. Hot, isn't it? Awful.
Must be twenty minutes after.
That's a pretty dress you're wearing,
Mrs. B.
Well, thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you, dear
But where is your husband, Mr. B?
He's working at the office, I fear
And he better be!
Tell me, how's your brother Ben?
Brother Ben has a traveling yen
He wants to leave the mill in throngs
And throng around the mill
He's threatening to leave
us and he will
For Benny Benny must be not