Hello City - Barenaked Ladies, Michael Phillip Wojewoda

Another night at the palace

Cause there is nothing else to do

Oh-oh, ah-ha

The same people, the same drinks and

The same music, the same quicksand

I think this harbor town is waist-deep

And sinking fast

Hello city

You’ve found an enemy in me

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh (ba-do-do-dobie-oh-oh)

Hello city (hello city)

Hello city, hey

Second night at the warehouse

And my mock turtleneck just reeks

From the liquor room

To the change room

To the doom and gloom

Of the hotel room

I think this seaside beer hall

Should sink into the bay

Hello city

You’ve found an enemy in me

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh (ba-do-do-dobie-oh-oh)

Hello city (hello city)

Hello city, hey

Maybe I caught you at a bad time

Maybe I should call you back next week

Maybe half the fault is mine that

The sun didn’t shine on Barrington Street

It’s three o’clock in the morning

And I’m hungry so lets eat

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Climb down three flights to the streetlights

And the bar fights, we’re just taking in the sights

I hope tomorrow that I wake up in my own bed

Hello city

You’ve found an enemy in me

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh (ba-do-do-dobie-oh-oh)

Hello city (hello city)

Hello city, hey

«What a good place to be»

Don’t believe them

Cause they speak a different language

And it’s never been happy for me

(It's Happy Hour again)

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

It’s Happy Hour again

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Hello city, hey

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Hello city, hey