Lyrics

Chase and Sanborn met Bumming cigarettes from the bums That they met In the downtown streets of the city In the downtown streets of the city Girls and coffee tasting Watching movies and wasting time We could recite every line from 'Plain Clothes' and 'Out of Sight' A young Arliss Howard could make you feel alright But those Maxwell House dreams won't Hold you up when the caffeine folds In the blood of your heart, and you know its true Working hard to ensure The dregs of your cup aren't too plebeian Cause those mechanical eyes tell unreliable lies When they're judging the human heart Oh! sister's Mary's room Oh! the physical duplicates Oh! my reds and greens And what it's like to be a bat But those Maxwell House dreams won't Hold you up when your friendship folds And you're left alone Sanborn says the taste has changed But Chase still says it tastes the same Just his tastes in friends has changed And he could never feel the same But we'll always have those better times We'll always have those better times With young Arliss Howard In the downtown streets of the city In the downtown streets of the city