When it says goodbye, you don't hear it sigh   Does that it mean that it's gone far far away/   Is this your day to buy a paper, draw a mustache?   Make the mayor a giraffe, try and tempt fate   Get pneumonia, recuperate with soy bologna      Can you hear the rain a ploppin' slowly   With a soft and soapy thud?   Don't you worry about a moppin', sholy   You'll only find yourself with mud   Me falta una maleta, me falta una maleta      When you go to bed, lay your fuzzy head   By the nightstand, where you turned off your phone   nobody's home, now, ride the subway, make graffiti   Go to Famous Ray's, buy ziti, get the paper   No more artwork, make the mayor a dartboard      Can you hear the rain a ploppin' slowly   With a soft and soapy thud?   Don't you worry about a moppin', sholy   You'll only find yourself with mud   Me falta una maleta, me falta una maleta