The Magnetic Fields

washington, dc

W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C
W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C


Washington D.C., it's paradise to me.
Its not because it is the grand ole' seat
Of precious freedom and democracy, no no no.
It's not the greenry turning gold in fall,
The scenery circling the mall.
Its just thats where my baby lives thats all.

Washington D.C., its the greatest place to be.
Its not the cheeries everywhere in bloom.
Its not the way they put folks on the moon no, no, no.
Its not the spectacles and pagentry,
the thousand things you've got to see.
Its just thats where my baby waits for me.

W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C
W-A-S-H-I-N-G-T-O-N baby D-C


Washington D.C., it fits me to a tee.
It's not the people doing something real.
Its not the way the springtime makes you feel, no no no.
It ain't no famous name on a golden plaque
That makes me ride that railroad track.
Its my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back.
It's my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back.