Don't you get it
Don't you get it
Move out to New York
Move out to New York
So Committed
But it's like you don't get it
Get out the big wheels
Steppin' on my heels
Don't you get it
Don't you get it
Get out to New York
On the way to Benihana
We forgot about the next three years
I had to halt the Lama
'Cause Gavin always rings my phone
His messages would just read like tomes
Books on the border
Something on the statist plan
Is it a mental disorder...
That I can hear a scared Ayn Rand?
She goes round, round, round.
Get out to New York
Pull out the pitchforks
Get out to New York
Get out to New York
Get out to New York
Just move there
You said you had never been to New York
You've never been there
You added that you don't go out, so what, who cares?
Books and the culture
No better than mine
If that's what love is now
And now I'm in Jackson
Kicking it with these ideals
Get out to New York
Get out to New York
Big move
Pack and go
Get out to New York
Get out to New York
Move there
Live your lives there
Move out to New York
Move out soon
Live there
Raise your kids there.