[CALOGERO, spoken]
It's 3 am in The Bronx, New York
I'm on the corner of 187th and Belmont Avenue
This was my neighborhood
I can still hear a million voices in my head, hear a million stories

(sung)

This is a Bronx tale and it's my story
The world I lived in, the people I knew
It's just a Bronx tale
And like they all do, it starts right here on Belmont Avenue
I can hear the church bells and smell the freshly baked bread
(Ah oo)
See the storefront awnings
The neon green, white, and red
(Ah oo)
Cannolis on tray after tray
Salamis strung up on display
And Italians are all that you see

[ENSEMBLE]
Yeah, yeah
The sidewalk's swinging
Yeah, yeah
The girls are singing
[CALOGERO]
As they pass by
And the pushcart peddlers
They hawk their wares door-to-door

[Peddler]
Pesce fresca! Pesce fresca!

[CALOGERO]
While the jukebox jockeys dance in the candy store
Grandma's calling across

[GRANDMA]
Cia, Bambini

[CALOGERO]
While stirring the Sunday sauce

[ENSEMBLE]
Ciao, Nonna

[CALOGERO]
And in the middle lies me

[ENSEMBLE]
Woah, woah
The streets start sighing
Woah, woah
And the girls strut by in a group
Come on, Come on
[CALOGERO]
Try to ride pass my stoop
?
[CALOGERO, spoken]
And then there was Sonny
He was the number one man in the neighborhood
All day and all night he'd be right here on the corner
He would stand here
Nodding his head to all the old ladies going by with their shopping
And they treated him like a god
And in my neighborhood he was a god
I couldn't take my eyes off of him
But he never ever looked at me, never
Until one day
I was nine years old

(sung)

This is a Bronx tale
And it's my story
The one that shattered the world that I knew
Here's how it happened
And all of it's true
It starts right here on Belmont Avenue