Drive across the country, tell your story walking   No one's keeping you captive   In the town that let you down, so sorry   Blame it on the television, blame it on the company   Don't blame it on the fundamental fact   That no one owes you something      I've come about my share, I only want what's fair   Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not greedy   Like everybody else, I wanna pay my dues   I only want someone to tell me who to make the check out to      Maybe we could run away   And start a little repertory movie house or something   She said, "Sorry but I think you might be just projecting   But here's the dough"   Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn      A community of dabblers who are vain   And fond of biting backs   We hate it when our friends become successful   And a different school   Whose energies are spent evading income tax   And silicone enhancements by the breastful      Maybe we could run away   And start a little repertory movie house or something   She said, "Sorry but I think you might be just projecting   On to me, why don't you try L.A.?"   Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn      Well when you like something, it's an opinion   But when I like something, it's a manifesto   Pomposity is when you always think you're right   Arrogance is when you know      Maybe we could   Start a little independent repertory movie house or something   She said, "Sorry but I think you might be just protecting   Your investment or else assigning blame"   Pike street to park slope, Brooklyn