This easy living, it sure tastes good.
Let's make a killing down in Hollywood,
Then buy ourselves some nice, fancy home in the hills.
Oh, spend our time spending ten dollar bills.
Watch out, 'cause here I come,
Bored and lazy.
Here I come,
No dignity.
So long, sad city of angels,
Oh, you ain't been very good to me.
You take that blood right from my body.
You leave me far away from home.
Well, I've got to keep on moving,
'Cause I was built to roam.
But New York City,
I'll see you soon;
Spend all my money on some elbow room.
Wander around like I got someplace fancy to go.
I'm the king of Brooklyn for all she knows.
Sit back and watch me go,
Bored and lazy.
Watch me go;
Just passing through.
Follow me beyond the mountains.
Go howl at the ol' big moon.
Strip them clothes right from your body.
Dress your skin in sticks and stones.
It doesn't matter where we're headed
'Cause some of us were built to roam.
We were built to roam.