Rent - Happy New Year B lyrics

Pan to the padlocked door New year's rocking eve The breaking back into the building party How long 'til next year? Three and half minutes I'm giving up my vices I'm going back, back to school Eviction or not this week's been so hot That long as I've got you I know I'll be cool I couldn't crack the love code, dear 'Til you made the lock on my heart Explode, it's gonna be a happy new year A happy new year Coast is clear You're supposed to be working That's for midnight Where are they? there isn't much time Maybe they're dressing I mean what does one wear that's Apropos For a party, that's also a crime Chips, anyone? You can take the girl out of Hicksville But you can't take the Hickville out Of the girl Maureen My riot got you on TV I deserve a royalty Be nice you two Or no, God, awful champagne Don't mind if I do No luck? Bolted plywood, padlocked And chained, a total dead end Just like my ex-girlfriend Honey? I know you're there Please pick up the phone Are you okay? It's not funny It's not fair How can I atone? Are you okay? I lose control But I can learn to behave Give me one more chance Let me be your slave I'll kiss your doc martens Let me kiss your Doc Martens Your every wish I will obey That might be okay Down girl Heel, stay I did a bit of research With my friends at legal aid Technically, you're squatters There's hope but just in case Rope We can hoist a line To the fire escape And tie off at That bench I can't take them as chums Start hoisting, wench I think I should be laughing Yet I forget Forget how to begin I'm feeling something inside And yet I still can't decide if I should hide Or make a wide open grin Last week I wanted just to disappear My life was dust But now it just may be a happy new year A happy new year Bond, James Bond And p**y Galore, in person p**y, you came prepared I was a boy scout once And a brownie 'Til some little brat got scared Aha, money penny, my Martini Will bad champagne do? That's shaken, not stirred p**y, the bolts Just say the word Two minutes left to execute our plan Where's everyone else? Playing Spiderman Ironic close up, tight On the phone machine's red light Once the boho boys are gone The power mysteriously comes on