Lyrics

there’s nobody singing songs about scarborough
the buzzing span of hydro fields
parking lots and bookmobiles
made some good old hash oil deals in scarborough
killing time on UIC
there’s no other place I’d rather be
where no one knows your name
and everything kind of looks the same
take my hand we’ll go to scarborough

heard some guy going on about new orleans
yeah I'm sure it's very nice
pretty close to paradise
I wouldn't let them scrape my ice in scarborough
drinking in Jim Evans' basement
that’s where we all learned what shit-faced meant
I had a hangover the size of montreal
that’s just a thing we do in scarborough
it’s just a thing we do

maybe this is not your new york city
there's a reason that I stay
it’s not too safe and it’s not too pretty
yet I stand here today
sure this ain’t no paris france
we just sit around like plants
take it if you get the chance
to go to scarborough

there's nobody singing songs about nowhere
ordinary things go by
I can't see a reason why
you can't get a natural high in scarborough
smoking joints and skipping school
aimlessly I played the fool
hung around, I didn't care
I wasn't putting on a show
take my hand we'll go to scarborough
take my hand we'll go to scarborough
take my hand we'll go to scarborough