I saw some ghosts. It's a little private
joke that Lydia and I share. It's not a joke. Yes, it is. Just today. Just today, she tried to
convince me that this house is haunted. Kev, you know I love
them. By ghosts? In designer
sheets, no less. I'd like to propose a
toast. To our intrepid friends
who braved the cross Bronx Expressway and two
dozen toll booths to be with us here this
evening. May your buildings go condo. Now, Lydia, favor us
about your ghosts. No. I am sick of that
subject. Oh, Delia. Lighten up. I would rather talk
about... ♪ Day-o! ♪ ♪ Day-o! ♪ ♪ Daylight come, and me wanna go home. ♪ Oh. It's cute. Delia. ♪ Day, me say day, me say day, me say day-o.♪ ♪ Daylight come and me
wanna go home ♪ Otho, are you doing
this? ♪ Work all night on a drink of ♪ ♪ Rum. Daylight ♪ ♪ come and me wanna go home.
Stack banana till the ♪ ♪ morning ♪ ♪ come. Daylight come and me
wan' ♪ ♪ go home. ♪ ♪ Come, Mr. Tally man. ♪ ♪ Tally me banana. ♪ ♪ Daylight come and me
wanna ♪ ♪ go home. ♪ ♪ Come, Mr. ♪ ♪ Tally man, tally ♪ ♪ me banana. ♪ ♪ Daylight come and me
wanna go home. ♪ ♪ Lift. ♪ ♪ Six foot, seven foot,
eight foot bunch. ♪ ♪ Daylight ♪ ♪ come and me ♪ ♪ wanna go home. ♪ ♪ Six foot, seven. ♪ ♪ Foot, eight foot. ♪ ♪ Bunch. Daylight ♪ ♪ come and me wanna go
home. ♪ ♪ Day, me say day- ♪ ♪ O. ♪ ♪ Daylight come and me wanna go
home. ♪ ♪ Day, me say day, me say day, me say daylight come and me♪ ♪ Wanna go home. ♪ ♪ A beautiful bunch, a
ripe banana. ♪ ♪ Daylight come and me
Wanna go home. ♪ ♪ Hide the deadly black
tarantula. ♪ ♪ Daylight come and we wanna go
home. ♪ ♪ Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch. ♪ Foot.