New York City! (uh huh.) Centre of the universe. (sing it, girl)
Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse. (I hear ya.)
It's a comfort to know, when you're singing the "Hit the Road Blues"
N/C
Now you're Talkin'. (collins's trademark evil laugh, lol muahaha)
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of gradin' papers, that I know.
I'm shouting in my sleep I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary so
Alright. Now that I got the verse covered, I can honestly say the the bass riff in the
You teach? Yeah, I teach Computer age philosophy
When my students would rather watch T.V.? America. (America)
You're a sensitive aesthete, Brush the sauce onto the meat
You can make the menu sparkle with a rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum, I can seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger but wine.
ok. Another verse successfully over with. Let's try not to let me ramble too much again,