Allan Sherman Holiday For States Lyrics

Holiday For States Lyrics

Here's To The Crabgrass 

Here's to the crabgrass, 

Here's to the
mortgage, 

In fact, here's to Suburbia. 

Lay down your briefcase,


Far from the rat race, 

Where nothing can disturb ya. 

Uncomplicated, 

It's what we waited 

For so long in this city.


Come let us go there, 

Live like Thoreau there, 

A life of
sweet simplicity. 

Did you set the thermostat? 

No, I don't know
where it's at. 

Tuesday the Cub Scouts meet again. 

Walk the dog
and cut the grass, 

Take the kids to dancing class, 

Jim's Little
League got beat again. 

Can't keep a maid here, 

No matter what
they're paid here, 

The place has bad publicity. 

Why did we move
here? 

Don't you remember? 

To live in sweet simplicity. 

Here's to mosquitos, 

Clam dip and Fritos, 

To golf and bridge
and scuba there. 

Men wearing knee pants, 

Women in Capri pants,


Discussing what's with Cuba there. 

Each big appliance 

Treats you with defiance, 

Until it finally falls apart. 

Call
the repairman, 

In a week he's there, man, 

To knock your kitchen
walls apart. 

Tommy's got a bloody nose, 

Gotta fix the garden
hose. 

Book Of The Month Club came today. 

Didn't read the last one
yet. 

Yes you did, but you forget. 

Oh well, they're all the same
today. 

Here's Mrs. Ritter, 

She's the baby sitter. 

Tonight
we're going joyously 

Back to the city, 

Where life is gay and
witty, 

Back to the noise there, 

That everyone enjoys there. 

Back to the crush there, 

Hurry let us rush there, 

Back to the
rat race, 

Don't forget your briefcase, 

Back in the groove there,


Say why don't we