(with Jimmy Buffett)
I love this town like an unmade bed
I love this town of the living dead
I love this town gonna paint it red
If I can spare a minute
I love this town where curtains twitch
Where this door scratches next doors itch
Its a pantomime at fever pitch
And we can all be in it
People here are large as life
They know the whole world and his wife
From a razors edge to a kitchen knife
Theyll be glad to help you
I love this town of hidden charms
Where no one means you any harm
And if you sleep through false alarms
No one here would blame you
I love this town on the beaten track
Where nothing slips between the cracks
Her rent's arrears his heart attack
Now isnt that a shame, ooh!
Everyones friendly to your face
And everybody knows their place
As long as you respect their space
You wont have to worry
The town hall clock is calling out
Its rush hour on the roundabout
Now I know without a doubt
Its the place for me
I love this town the dirty streets
Its a merry-go-round with broken seats
Where silk and lace and satin sheets
Are only dirty washing
I love this town down on its knees
Its going under by degrees
Still we can do just as we please
As long as no ones watching
I love this town I love this town
I love this town I love this town
2004 Gregsongs (MCPS-PRS)
Artist: Lemon Demon
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