When poor people were in my backyard, Let my highway go.

Traffic so long they could not stand, Let my highway go.

Go down, Moses, way down in Manhattan, Tell ol’ Mayor, let my highway go.

Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said, Let my highway go.

If not I’ll smite your council dead, Let my highway go.

Go down, Moses, way down in Manhattan, Tell ol’ Mayor, let my highway go.

As Moses stood by the Brooklyn side, Let my highway go.

By DoT’s command it did divide, Let my highway go.

Go down, Moses, way down in Manhattan, Tell ol’ Mayor, let my highway go.