Wanderlust
by Chrisma
From the album: Chinese Restaurant
Duration: 2:18
Lyrics for Wanderlust
Get the window low as you go to the airport, see a plane take off Go to England or take a trip by sea And get off where you wanna get off Write to the boy next door who always Wants to do what you're just about to do Tell him that you like New York City, I'm sure he'll like it too You like New York City I'm sure he'll like it too, babe You say you like your nation So let's take a long vacation Tell your navigator way downstairs with his white gloves on Tell him to zip up your bag with his white gloves on Pick your diamonds, so if you've got no money left you can sell it Here I come, get ready, get set, fire, go, go, go, go, go You like New York City I'm sure he'll like it too, babe You say you like your nation So let's take a long vacation Transfer agent sends me where I, where I wanna go That's a fact, he thinks I'm great, ' Cause I treat him like dirt, like dirt He does me favours, but I could do better with even better ones They call him Stucky, 'cause I treat Him like dirt, like dirt, like dirt You like New York City I'm sure he'll like it too, babe You say you like your nation So let's take a long vacation The transit airman is heating up the engine and cleared to your head Go out and get it instead of watching TV and stagnating in your bed By the window thinking of the next record that you're gonna buy You like Morris with his safety pin, so it's gonna be a punk one You like New York City I'm sure he'll like it too, babe You say you like your nation So let's take a long vacation