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Me and the old man mapped it out Fastest route to the Senate floor Youngest man to be senator elect How so? The usual way Pick up some medals overseas Kick the butts of those SOBs Zip back home Get married and gain respect I'll fly back here to Easthampton Scoop you right up into the cockpit My hair! Kid, we're goin' places Goin' places you never dreamed you'd see As your social graces give some panache to me I'll do my best With your pensive smile And fairer style That debonaire joie de vivre Kid, we're goin' places your mama won't believe' You know the trouble with the White House, Joe? It could use a little color Picture the White House I'd restore Not to criticize Eleanor Home decor just isn't her stock in trade You dress up any room just by being in it And as a former Waldorf deb I'll make fashion my cause celeb Call it my American style crusade! Remember Joe, it's not what you wear No, no, no It's how you wear it! Kid, we're goin' places Goin' places we never dreamed we'd get As our love's embraces fill up the basinet Slow down! Not yet With your Colgate grin Dick Tracy chin That Hollywood film star sheen Kid, we're goin' places The nation's never seen New worlds await Beyond the garden gate As long as we've each other Long as I escape my mother Your mother? Well, shouldn't I be the one who matters most? But you are. Of course you are! The way you talk, a fella could forget You're the only one on my dance card Oh, the signs are good So knock on wood We're gonna be A-OK 'Cause the place we're goin' We're goin' all the way We're goin' all the way We're goin' all the way We're goin' all the way!
Writer(s): Scott Frankel, Michael Korie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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