Your heading on suburban sprawl
Your taking a look outside of your window
At the strip
Concrete lines and a rail road trip
You had to leave it all behind
You’re casting your net too wide for a bedroom
Or a view
Service station pizza ‘s waiting for you
And i miss my home
*and i miss my home*
And i miss the places that i used to go
I want basil on my margherita
Margherita, hey hey
Margherita
And i’ve been craving up market pizza
Margherita yeah yeah
Pleased to meet ya
But you know you won’t taste the same
Cause when you play music on a friday night
You hear the blues fade on the highway
From a scene
Exit signs in their brand new green
Take me to places i don’t belong
I miss the street sounds snuck in a song
Or the days
That i paid too much for a latte strong
And i miss my home
*and i miss my home*
And i miss the places that i used to go
I want basil on my margherita
Margherita, hey hey
Margherita
And i’ve been craving up market pizza
Margherita yeah yeah
Pleased to meet ya
But you know you won’t taste the same
I share a slice with the rats i meet
Yesterday’s milk crate is my seat
I tell them all of the pizza i used to eat
When i lived on the upper side of this city street!
A dough base
Napoli sauce
Mozzarella cheese
And oregano of course
But there’s one thing that they often forget
That fills me with an unbridled regret
I want basil on my margherita
Margherita
Hey hey
Margherita!
I want basil on my margherita
Margherita, hey hey
Margherita
And i’ve been craving up market pizza
Margherita yeah yeah
Pleased to meet ya
But you know you won’t taste the same
It just won’t the same
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Mac and the Steeze Lyrics – Margherita