The Met

Lyrics

[NICK] Okay, Nick you're now inside a Secret small apartment up in Sugarhill [CATHERINE, spoken] My sister Myrtle said you were a ten. You're a four [NICK] When Tom and Myrtle got here They went straight into the bedroom And they're in there still [CATHERINE, spoken] These are the McKees. They like to watch! [NICK] So I'm stuck makin' small talk While they **** a few feet away Smilin' at strangers Who all look at me like I'm their prey I close my eyes but all I see Is the glowing face of Daisy Fay [MRS. MCKEE, spoken] Mr. McKee has taken two hundred and twenty seven photographs of me [MR MCKEE, spoken] Two-twenty eight [NICK] I never should have come here As my palms begin to sweat I need a dose of culture And I need a cigarette Oh, they really Should've dropped me At The Met [NICK, spoken] I'm not drinkin' [TOM, spoken] I'm not drinkin' alone [MRS. MCKEE, spoken] Love the dress. Love! [MYRTLE, spoken] This crazy old thing? I just slip it on when I don't really care what I look like [CATHERINE, spoken] The tag's still on it [NICK] I said just one drink but if I lowball it I'm guessin' This is number three [TOM, spoken] Bedroom's free if you wanna shake the sheets with Catherine [NICK] All that I can think of is that ill-considered favor Gatsby asked of me [CATHERINE, spoken] In the bedroom lighting, I'm an eight [NICK] When I got here I should've said I wouldn't be stayin' long Everyone is flirtin' now And they're all comin' on too strong At least the Midwest blessed me With a stellar sense of right and wrong [MR MCKEE, spoken] Mrs. McKee and I have an open relationship. She has sex with other people, and I'm open to it [NICK] I need a cup of coffee As the sun begins to set They sang "Ain't We Got Fun?" so loud It's sounding like a threat Oh, they really Should've dropped me At The Met [CATHERINE, spoken] Jay Gatsby? The millionaire on Long Island? He's a five [NICK, spoken] But would you go to tea with him? [CATHERINE, spoken] No, but only because tea makes me vomit [MR. MCKEE, spoken] I'd love to do more work on Long Island, if I could gain entry [NICK] People disappear and reappear And then they lose each other in the fray [TOM, drunk] Do you like polo ponies? [MYRTLE, spoken] Tom! [NICK] They search for each other And are reunited only a few feet away [MYRTLE, spoken] That's my sister! [TOM, spoken] Oh, relax, Myrtle [NICK] There's a flash and a crash Over the oversized furniture I look around for Catherine And I find that I'm on top of her And all of this is captured By the greedy-eyed photographer [MR. MCKEE, spoken] I want to capture your musk [NICK] Who stalks me like a vulture Here's a night I'll soon regret She's got another bottle So this isn't over yet Oh, they really Should've dropped me At The Met [MYRTLE, spoken] Don't you treat me that way! Don't you flirt with my sister! [TOM, spoken] Cool it, Myrtle! [MYRTLE, spoken] Would you do that to Daisy, huh? [TOM, spoken] You don't mention Daisy! [MYRTLE, spoken] Oh, why not. You take shots at George every chance you can get, but Daisy is off limits? [TOM, spoken] I'm warning you. Myrtle! [MYRTLE, spoken] Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. I'll say it whenever I want. Daisy! [MYRTLE, spoken] You broke my nose! You broke my nose! [CATHERINE, spoken] You broke my sister's nose! [TOM, spoken] It was an accident [CATHERINE, spoken] Don't touch her! [MYRTLE, spoken] Don't you touch me, I'll call the cops! [NICK] If I wondered whether Tom's an asshole Tom's an asshole, he removed all doubt And Gatsby's proposition is the only thing My spinning mind can think about I just sink in a sofa as the night grows more dim God, what a coward Should have torn the bastard limb from limb But maybe there's another way That I can still get back at him (spoken) Yes. Please connect me with Jay Gatsby