Lyrics:
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-oh-oh-oh
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-oh-oh-oh
Strike up the music the band has begun
The Pennsylvania Polka.
Pick out your partner and join in the fun
The Pennsylvania Polka.
It started in
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-thousand
Pennsylvania, six, five-oh-oh-oh
and the silence there inside
I thought I heard you
Pennsylvania
I thought I saw you
The alley in the rain
The hotel by a train
The well known ghosts remain
can't break (uh)
That's the one, do music for fun
Give deals to artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office (yeah)
Yeah, I'm from the project so quadruple
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ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
And who's gonna hold you like me?
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody
You smoked, then ate seven bars
Pennsylvania 6-5000
Pennsylvania 6-5000
Pennsylvania 6-5000
Pennsylvania 6-5, oh oh oh
the angels
Giving praise to God alone
Heavens music rises upward
To the Lamb upon the throne
To the Lamb upon the throne
[Chorus]
Blessing! Glory! Sing
the holidays - you can't beat home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee, and he was headin' for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From
ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"
And who's gonna hold you like me?
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
You smoked, then ate seven bars of chocolate
the holidays you can't beat home sweet home
I met a man who lived in Tennessee
And he was looking for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
Now in
and scoundrels dwell
It was the place to go in Bamako
Direction Buffet Hotel
Direction Buffet Hotel
Now we're lost in the Sahara
Four hours north
the holidays you can't beat home sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee, he was headin' for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
Who is Prophiavelli
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Blue hotel
On a lonely highway
Blue hotel
Life don't work out my way
Blue hotel
On a lonely highway
Blue hotel
Life don't work out my way
I
the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee, and he was headin' for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From
We'll get back in touch if the two of us
Trash a hotel room
[Chorus]
We'll blare out music down the hall
Throw some shadows on the wall
Say we skip
My girlfriend, me and my girlfriend
We're staying at the dream hotel
From Thursday through to Monday
We're staying at the dream hotel
In New
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