Trip to Poughkeepsie Songtext
von Chris Koza

What I′d like to do
When I see you
After all these miles
I would like to treat you
Spend my money
And lay around for a while

Oh, what a gloomy day
Think I'll stay inside
And your tape player′s right by the bedside

Hey Mrs. DJ, is there anything you need?
Keep the music coming
And don't even think about me

Tapping my wristwatch
Feet searching for a hidden accelerator
And this is the worst part of it all
I just watch it fall happen
Can't put it back on

Moving into upstate dawn
Getting wealthy neighbors


Oh, what a gloomy day
Think I′ll stay inside
And your tape player′s right by the bedside

Hey Mrs. DJ, is there anything you need?
Keep the music coming
And don't even think about me

Oh, la la la la la
Oh, oh oh oh

What I′m gonna do
Is not say anything
When you ask me questions about how I feel about you

And this is the best part of it all
Knowing I'm closer
Than any other place I can recall

Oh, what a gloomy day
Think I′ll stay inside
And your tape player's right by the bedside

Hey Mrs. DJ, is there anything you need?
Keep the music coming
And don′t even think about me