I know what you’re thinking
My words are: I love you
Your words are: You’re leaving
But I promise this is not my exodus
Because deep down in my chest
I carry these blueprints
That I can carry out
With a modicum of help

I’ll build us a pyramid
Where you, me, and Jon can live
And we’ll make the catacombs
Our home sweet home

Of course, you’ll have the biggest room in the house
Because your drum set can’t fit in the parlor
Because that’s where we’ll keep the grand pianos
The three of us will start a band
Call it the Tito Puente Experience
And travel the country in a multi-colored minivan
We’ll sleep away the daylight, and only come out at night
And “Molybdenum” will become our word for “Everything’s alright”

I’ll build us a pyramid
Where you, me, and Jon can live
And we’ll make the catacombs
Our home sweet home

They’ll make a movie about our lives
And Spike Jonze will direct
And maybe Danny Elfman
Will write the soundtrack
Or maybe we’ll do it all by hand
Soundtrack it with our Tito Puente Band
Then turn down the Palm D’or at Cannes
We’ll say we’re too busy saving orphans
From lions filled with burning nuns
We didn’t want the fame
We just did it for the fun

I’ll build us a pyramid
Where you, me, and Jon can live
And we’ll make the catacombs
Our home sweet home

We’ll throw the greatest diner parties
And everyone will wanna come
Roomie Bri will bring the rice
And it’ll all be molybdenum
And then you’ll open up your bag
And pull out a river raft
And we’ll float down the cataracts
And then we’ll resurrect
All the dead shows and actors that we miss
Because we’ll be Pharaohs,
And Pharaohs can do things like that

I’ll build us a pyramid
Where you, me, and Jon can live
And we’ll make the catacombs
Our home sweet home

I’ll build us a pyramid
Where you, me, and Jon can live
And we’ll fill the catacombs with memories
I’ll miss you, X-tb