No More

MICHAEL:
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 fuckin' dead of winter

No more faulty wiring
No more painted floors
No more spitting out my Ultra Bright
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 AND JONATHAN:
No more

MICHAEL:
Noxious fumes from gas heaters
That are illegal

JONATHAN:
Or will blow up while you are sleeping

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
Ohhhh!

MICHAEL:
No more

JONATHAN:
Leaky ceilings

MICHAEL:
No more

JONATHAN:
Holes in the floor

MICHAEL AND JUNATHAN:
No more

JONATHAN:
Taking a shower in the kitchen
While your roommate's
Eating breakfast

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
And you are getting water
On his corn flakes

Hello, to shiny
New parquet wood floors
As waxed as a wealthy girl's legs
Hello, dear Mister Dishwasher

MICHAEL:
I could get used

JONATHAN:
I could get used

MICHAEL:
I could get used to you

JONATHAN:
I could get used to you

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
I could get used to you

JONATHAN:
No more, exotic

MICHAEL:
No more, neurotic

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
No more anything
But pleasantly robotic

MICHAEL:
We are moving on up

JONATHAN:
We are moving on up

MICHAEL:
To the East Side

JONATHAN:
To the East Side

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
To a deluxe apartment
In the sky

JONATHAN:
What's that?

MICHAEL:
Oh, come on
Hold on, breathe

JONATHAN:
Uhhhh!

MICHAEL:
Easy

JONATHAN:
What are you doing?

MICHAEL:
It's him
Ah, hold the phone

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
Hello, to dear Mister Doorman
Who looks like Captain Kangaroo
Hello dear fellow, and how do you do?

JONATHAN:
I could get used

MICHAEL:
I could get used

JOHATHAN:
Even seduced

MICHAEL:
Even seduced

MICHAEL AND JONATHAN:
I could get used to you
Ooow!
Oh, yeah