Oh well I'm movin' on up
(Movin' on up!)
To the West Side,
(Movin' on up!)
To a shoebox apartment
On the gro-ou-ound.
Oh I'm movin' on up
(Movin' on up!)
To the West Side.
(Movin' on up!)
I am finally Manhattan-bound!
My microwave won't fit in the kitchen!
My dresser won't fit at all!
But I got hardwood floors and a fireplace,
Two closets, and a brick wall!
Now I live near the B train,
And Goblin can walk in the park,
I can see Rob,
Whenever I want,
And let's not forget Mark!
Oh well I'm movin' on up
(Movin' on up!)
To the West Side,
(Movin' on up!)
To a shoebox apartment
On the gro-ou-ound.
Oh I'm movin' on up
(Movin' on up!)
To the West Side.
(Movin' on up!)
I am finally Manhattan-bou-ou-ou-ou-ound!
(Who says Rob is the only lyricist in the family? Hee hee!)
Yes! Today is the day! It will no doubt be a chaotic mess, so send me some positive energy. And tune in to tomorrow's thrilling blog for the first of a two-part special report: In the Clutches of Humberto. Now the tale can be told!
