MARIANNA:
Hey, Mr. L.A, I know a place that you can stay
Right next door to here is a nice flat, yeah, it's OK
The room-mates gone to Spain,
The place is sloppy, it's insane
But, the sun shines through big windows, only Dracula would complain
No one's ever there, you'll have your peace,
There's a view and a bottle of gin
She's back in, oh, two or three weeks
The room would be all yours 'til then
So here's the keys...
YOUTH:
You mean-
MARIANNA:
My keys.
Here is my address, you see, it's really quite a mess
But take them, please:
My keys
I've got an extra set back at the place,
So take mine now,
That's just in case you'll need
My keys
My keys
NARRATOR:
She had a crazy mixed up flat
(He wasn't thinking about that)
You know the bed was kinda hard, a prison cot-cum-yoga mat
Ten thousand paintings everywhere,
She was kind of an acrobat,
Oh, you were lucky to find a chair,
The sweetest dump in which he'd sat
She had nude photos everywhere,
from freaky-deaky to plain arty
Some of her girlfriends showered there
As you can see, Amsterdam's a party!
YOUTH:
I appreciate this more than you could ever know
I promise I won't break a thing
MARIANNA:
Don't promise, you never know...
My place ain't all that wonderful,
But I hope you find it comfortable,
So please, take my keys.
The faucets leak, the cupboard's bare,
My -ha- underwear are everywhere!
But please, take my keys
Take my keys
YOUTH:
And after so long, feelin' so alone,
I feel like pickin' up the phone
And callin' up that place called home
To say I have a brand new family
Where I can be that thing called "Me".
No more sayin' "Uncle" to Uncle Sam,
I'm tellin' L.A just where I am...
Color me Amsterdam
Amsterdam...
