One, two, three, four
Fuck you
Im going to New Canaan, Pennsylvania
Im going to New Canaan for a late night snack
And by late night I mean middle of the afternoon
And Im never coming back
Let me stop in Harlem to explain what I mean
Im actually going to Connecticut
Oh, Im going to New Canaan, Pennsylvania
To have a good time
Im riding on a good old fashioned train
I hope that good old fashioned train dont get derailed
Im hungry and starving for food and women
But I aint gonna turn back yet
The season is winter
And the sky is so blue
And I am so blue for you
It feels just like summer
And my nose is blue
Cause I lie about details
When my dreams dont come true
And I always feel for you
Every word I say is true
Im going on a journey to the countryside
Goin on a trip to see what I can find
Looks like a 12-figure income town
But I love the shade of those license plates 
Im gonna go to Starbucks and play my ukulele
Under the bright blue sky
Im goin to New Canaan and everything feels just right
Oh, its summer
And the sky has turned grey
My dreams are sailing away
Im goin crazy and Im feeling blue
Cause I know where Im going
But not what to do
And I always dream of you
Every word I say is true
Yep, its true
Mmm
Even though I make up some kinda weird dumb shit
Its true
It stays true for you