No More

No more Walking up six flights of stairs Or throwing down the key Because there is no buzzer! No more Walking thirteen blocks With thirty pounds of laundry In the fucking dead of winter! No more faulty wiring No more painted floors No more spitting out my Ultra Brite On top of dirty dishes In the one and only sink Hello to my walk-in closets Tidy as Park Avenue. Hello my butcher block table I could get used I could get used I could get used to you No more Climbing over sleeping people Before you get out the door of your own building! MICHAEL & JONATHAN: No more Noxious fumes from gas heaters that are illegal Or will blow up while you are sleeping MICHAEL & JONATHAN: Ohhhh! No more-- Leaky ceilings! No more-- Holes in the floor! MICHAEL & JONATHAN: No more Taking a shower in the kitchen while your roommate's eating breakfast MICHAEL & JONATHAN: And you're getting water on his cornflakes! Hello to shiny new parquet wood floors Waxed as a wealthy girl's legs Hello dear Mr. Dishwasher I could get used (I could get used) I could get used I could get used to you MICHAEL (starting during Jonathan's) I could get used to you. JONATHAN: No more--exotic! MICHAEL: No more--neurotic! MICHAEL & JONATHAN: No more Anything but pleasantly robotic We're moving on up We're moving on up To the East Side To the East Side MICHAEL & JONATHAN: To a deluxe apartment In the sky JONATHAN What's that? Oh, come on Hold on, breathe Easy What are you doing? It's him Ah, hold the phone MICHAEL & JONATHAN: Hello to dear Mr. Doorman Who looks like Captain Kangaroo Hello dear fellow and how do you do I could get used (MICHAEL: I could get used) Even seduced (MICHAEL: Even seduced) MICHAEL & JONATHAN: I could get used to you. Ohhhh yeah!