Urbia - Kissinger

Cruisin the mall life

Front pocket full of green, shoppin for a wife

I bought a food-court stare

With corndog sighs and lemonade hair

She was a girl with credit card dreams

Of precious gold coast means

Silent plastic screams

Then she said

Oh are you looking for Urbia?

Oh are you not so happy here?

Oh are you looking for Urbia?

Oh I hear it’s great this time

It’s great this time of year

Cruisin the salle de bains

I fired up to wash my hands

Bumped into a red-eyed dude

He had a peach fuzz stash, and hair like the Nuge

Misconceptions brought him here

He said I lost my job, and nobody cares

Smokey, Trans-Am dreams

Then I said

Ah are you looking for Urbia?

Ah are you not so happy hear?

Ah are you looking for Urbia?

Ah I hear it’s great this time

It’s great this time of year

And you never thought he could be pretty enough for you, with his hawk’s nose

and peacock’s hair, until he saw a sign that said, «Don't Despair,

We’ve Got Your Flair.»

So he went in there and stared at a pair of jeans he’d

only seen on the cover of your favorite magazine.

And a bleach blond servant

brought a matching shirt and socks and belt and fly new walks.

And as he left,

I caught a glimpse of the dude, and I have to say, well, he was prettier than

you.

I know it sounds absurd, but understand, I was ready for the world

And I’ve been trying to call you

Let’s go to the mall

And I’ve been trying to call you, call you

Yeah

And I’ve been trying to call you

Let’s go to the mall

And I’ve been trying to call you, call you

Yeah