to the tune of PENNY LANE in song parodies

Tramontane is on a corner off the 5-8-12
there’s been construction there since before there were roads
each week they change which way the detours go
it’s worth the work, you know

down the street The Brewery hosts the shitty coverbands
drown it out with sonic wonders from the Tram
paired with sandwiches of cheese and ham
it’s called The Batman, I’m a fan

Tramontane is in my heart and in my soul
behind the crocheted burger pole
so turn, on Lincoln Ave

Tramontane, there is a Rainbow with a mean guitar
or a plastic horn or maybe a trombone
he very rarely sings alone
you can join, y’know

Tramontane is in my heart and in my soul
peanut soup for your face-hole
so turn, on Lincoln Ave

hard to get to in the middle of the winter-time
in a city that cannot afford two plows
so get there when the sky allows
and then play it loud!

Tramontane baristas serve another customer
and I’m ordering a large coffee topped with skim
then like fifty-eight Pratt kids rush in
like a trampling herd, flock of birds

Tramontane is in my heart and in my soul
behind the crocheted burger pole
so turn, on Lincoln Ave
Tramontane is in my heart and in my soul
behind the crocheted burger pole
Tramontane