. So come, come ride in my street-car by the bay, For now I must know how fine you are in your way, And the sea sure as I, But she wonât need to cry, For itâs really too hard for to fly.

. So come, come ride in my street-car by the bay, For now I must know how fine you are in your way, And the sea sure as I, But she wonât need to cry, For itâs really too hard for to fly.