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!