I grewup in the East Village, I'm a child of NYC
So I figured there is no one more original than me
I thought there's no one on the planet who's got so much as a peek
At the places that I love, 'cause I am so goddamn unique
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I heard someone made a guide book full of spots I like to go
But I wasn't too concerned 'cause really, how much could they know?
And there's no one who'd appreciate my little haunts and dives
Least of all a bunch of tourists with their small provincial lives
Then I read that book today
And found, to my dismay
That everybody likes the things that everybody likes
The simple joys of watching boys play polo on their bikes
Everybody likes to think they're onto something new
And I am part of everybody, too
There's nothing I can do that someone hasn't done before
No shining virgin movie-house or dumpling to explore
And I feel just like de Soto, back when Chris Columbus said,
"Man, this continent is played out and this scene's already dead"
Every time I get somewhere
It's like, dammit, someone's there!
'Cause everybody likes the things that everybody likes
Like taking trains out past bike lanes to go on nature hikes
When other people make cool things a lot less cool to do
It sucks to know you're other people, too
I wish my demographic was more difficult to tap
Like if I was into Balkan food, or loved Malaysian rap
But any scene you find, no matter how hard you may look
There's someone who has found it and they've put it in a book
'Cause everybody likes the things that everybody likes
There's eventhrongs that sing their songs at stupid open mics
But if you share your city, someone might share theirs with you
Then you'll be part of everybody, too (Everybody's everybody!)
I am part of everybody, too