Happy New Year 2 Songtext
von Jonathan Larson

It′s still winter, it's still cold
And so in honor of the one week anniversary of this
Auspicious occasion, we celebrate the only way we know how

We try to break back in
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
As 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 Jersey
But you can't take the Jersey out of the girl

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 with a chain
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 be good
Give me one more chance
And I′ll do what I should
I'll kiss your Doc Martens
Let me kiss your Doc Martens
Do everything you wish I would

That sounds 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
In the back, and tie off at
There′s a bench!
I can't take them as chums
Start hoisting, wench

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 Pussy Galore in person
Pussy, you came prepared
I was a boy scout once
And a brownie
′Til some brat got scared

Aha, Moneypenny, my martini!
Will bad champagne do?
That's shaken, not stirred
Pussy, 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
′Cause while we were locked out
Benny had the power turned back on