You finally nailed it downnIt's something in the waternIt hits them in the spirit sublimenAnd skips along the spinennYou wave your arms like wingsnAnd race along the rooftops of this boring little townnI saw you only flying therenYou'd think of nothing elsennSometimesnI seenYour shadow fall awaynLeave me on the groundnPoughkeepsie's always proudnPoughkeepsie's always proudnYou keep me like a coldnYou keep me like a coldnPoughkeepsie's getting oldnOhhhhnnYou finally pulled it offnAnd made yourself a heronLay the world down at your feetnAnd snip off what you likenPick me, oh pleasennI saw you almost smilingnIt was almost really nicenSo I almost took a picture nNearly mailed it innIt was almost on the front pagenOf Poughkeepsie's only papernPoughkeepsie's finestnThey'll print anything about you nownYou cannot forget nPoughkeepsie's always proudnFind another friend and run him to the groundnYou can count on anyone but mennYou finally nailed it downnIt's something in the waternPoughkeepsie's always proudnOf Poughkeepsie's favorite daughternnPick me, oh please...n