
[Intro]
Clouds are gray but the stream is yellow.
Brooklyn’s finest, a vertical fellow.
[Verse 1]
Bio-hacker in a brownstone, claimin’ he’s the green king,
Patented a rhythm that the sewer pipes can’t even sing.
He called it 'Hydro-Logic Flow,' a gravity-defyin’ feat,
While the neighbors down on Willoughby were ducking on the street.
No carbon footprint, just a zipper and a steady aim,
Turning local agriculture into a public hall of shame.
[Chorus]
Oh, it’s raining in the borough, but the sky is perfectly clear,
That organic irrigation is the flavor of the year.
He’s a rooftop revolutionary, watering the vine,
Turning tap water into vintage Brooklyn 'wine.'
[Bridge]
Don't look up, just keep walking fast.
Sustainable drainage that’s built to last.
One man’s waste is another man’s...
lawsuit.
Gravity’s a snitch when you’re wearing a birthday suit.
[Outro]
Yeah, real eco-conscious of you, Steve.
The tomatoes look great, but the sidewalk smells like a bus station.
Stop 'irrigating' the mailman.