Lyrics:
Robert Moses was a builder
A master builder was he
He dreamed up a network of quarks and parkways
To link Long Island to NYC
Robert Moses started buildin'
Through farm and swampland he flew
"I'll make this desert bloom, I'll get this place to boom"
And that is what he got it to do
And some days in the rush hour's rush
In the hush of my undyed drive
And sing "Praised be to Moses for bringing his children
Through the desert on I-495"
Robert Moses dreamed a new road
'Cross a wilderness called the Bronx
A road through houses, bedrooms, kitchens
Schoolyards, playgrounds, local honkey tonks
Robert Moses taught those neighbors
A lesson in democracy
"I must sacrifice your hood, but it's for the greater good
Of a higher authority"
Comin' through, get out the way
Comin' through, get the hell out of the way
The throughway authority's
A one man majority
And you have to do as I say
And some days in the diesel haze
And the noise of a traffic jam
I get this feeling that Moses was sent here by Pharoah
To screw up the promised land
Varizano
Major Deagan
Coskiyusco
Henry Hudson
Pairlyn Parkway
Comin' through
Robert Moses lay a dyin'
On the fifth floor of Mt. Sinai
He looked out his window at the Bruckner Expressway
And sais, "What a good boy am I"
Then his eyes closed and his head sank
And he smugly went to his doom
Now he's down there where it's hot, but his dozers are not
They're right outside my living room
Comin' through, get out the way
Comin' through, get the hell out of the way
The throughway authority's
A one man majority
And you have to do as I say
And some night, when there ain't much light
And the tri-state world is in bed
I'm gonna get me a back hoe and dig up his grave
And make god damn sure that Robert Moses is dead (god damn sure that Robert Moses is dead)
Comin' through
Comin' through
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