Track 6 of the album Calle Sol · 2011
Rooftop Breakfast Fiesta
by Max Solano
“Breakfast on the roof with bread and orange juice, and a groove that begs for handclaps. Teach the pattern, then we eat.”
latin pop · latin pop · handclap pop · 2:51
Lyrics
Up the stairs with a basket of bread Orange juice sparkling, sky turning red String lights swinging in the morning breeze Whole city waking up beneath my knees Pass the plate, pass the cup Everybody's coming up It's a rooftop breakfast fiesta Clap your hands, feel the sunshine, ay Rooftop breakfast fiesta Every morning's a party this way Pass the honey, pass the jam Dance a little where you stand Rooftop breakfast fiesta Good morning, everybody, hooray Neighbour brings the fruit, another brings the beat Tiny cups of coffee, strong and sweet Pigeons on the railing keeping time Every little moment feels like a rhyme Pass the plate, pass the cup Everybody's coming up It's a rooftop breakfast fiesta Clap your hands, feel the sunshine, ay Rooftop breakfast fiesta Every morning's a party this way Pass the honey, pass the jam Dance a little where you stand Rooftop breakfast fiesta Good morning, everybody, hooray Lift your glass to the golden sky Lift your glass, wave hello to the passers-by One more song and one more slice The morning tastes so nice It's a rooftop breakfast fiesta Clap your hands, feel the sunshine, ay Rooftop breakfast fiesta Every morning's a party this way Pass the honey, pass the jam Dance a little where you stand Rooftop breakfast fiesta Good morning, everybody, hooray Rooftop breakfast fiesta Good morning, hooray