The Story of the Eggs Wheatus

From our rooftop I can see
Where the silver city turns to green
And I hear the blues that we’ll be singing when we leave
And this return to you and me and the sunshine state of early dreams
It might bring all the fascination that we seek
When they sell this place they’re gonna talk about us

This is a story of you and me and a little glory
This is a tale about a love that’s not for sale
Not to anybody

From the dark heart I did hear
A distant crash in Gotham loud and clear
The party’s over in our city soon I fear
And happy days will not return
Until the war machinе begins to burn
All of the lessons that thе baby boom can’t learn
When they teach this class they’re gonna read about us

This is a story of you and me and a little glory
This is a tale about a love that’s not for sale

I’m gonna trade in this pigs eye for a prince town
When I first saw you glittering in the eyes of the uptown
Put on your white gloves and join me my love for a night at the cloud club
We’re gonna paint a scene whilst we swim in the stream of pink champagne
City of you and me will make the dream reality
And I’ll write the story