Tekster: RENT. Happy New Year B.

Pan to the padlocked door
New year's rocking eve
The breaking back into the building party
How long 'til next year?
Three and half minutes

I'm giving up my vices
I'm going back, back to school
Eviction or not this week's been so hot
That long as I've got you
I know I'll be cool

I couldn't crack the love code, dear
'Til you made the lock on my heart
Explode, it's gonna be a happy new year
A happy new year

Coast is clear
You're supposed to be working
That's for midnight
Where are they? there isn't much time

Maybe they're dressing
I mean what does one wear that's
Apropos
For a party, that's also a crime

Chips, anyone?
You can take the girl out of Hicksville
But you can't take the Hickville out
Of the girl

Maureen
My riot got you on TV
I deserve a royalty
Be nice you two
Or no, God, awful champagne

Don't mind if I do
No luck?
Bolted plywood, padlocked
And chained, a total dead end
Just like my ex-girlfriend

Honey?
I know you're there
Please pick up the phone
Are you okay?

It's not funny
It's not fair
How can I atone?
Are you okay?

I lose control
But I can learn to behave
Give me one more chance
Let me be your slave

I'll kiss your doc martens
Let me kiss your Doc Martens
Your every wish I will obey

That might be okay
Down girl
Heel, stay

I did a bit of research
With my friends at legal aid
Technically, you're squatters
There's hope but just in case

Rope
We can hoist a line
To the fire escape
And tie off at

That bench
I can't take them as chums
Start hoisting, wench

I think I should be laughing
Yet I forget
Forget how to begin

I'm feeling something inside
And yet I still can't decide if I should hide
Or make a wide open grin

Last week I wanted just to disappear
My life was dust
But now it just may be a happy new year
A happy new year

Bond, James Bond
And Pussy Galore, in person
Pussy, you came prepared

I was a boy scout once
And a brownie
'Til some little brat got scared

Aha, money penny, my Martini
Will bad champagne do?
That's shaken, not stirred

Pussy, the bolts
Just say the word
Two minutes left to execute our plan
Where's everyone else?
Playing Spiderman

Ironic close up, tight
On the phone machine's red light
Once the boho boys are gone
The power mysteriously comes on