Poughkeepsie
I’m pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,
the funkiest town I know.
It’s bigger than a village, but it ain’t quite a city;
It’s not a place a lot of folks are itchin’ to go.
The Metro don’t go norther than that town of mine;
It’s the end of a lot of things, including the line.
I’m just pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,
the funkiest town I know.

Way up north along the Hudson valley,
All the people say that life is just fine.
We’ve got dairy farming, apple orchards,
Pumpkin festivals and New York wine,
But one peek at Poughkeepsie makes ‘em take it all back;
The only leisure pastime here is smokin’ crack
I’m just pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,
the funkiest town I know.

I’m pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,
the funkiest town I know.
We’ve got urban crime rate and rural poverty,
The prices are high and the prospects are low.
We’re right along the river, near the mountains and lakes,
But it might as well be Detroit for all the difference that makes.
I’m just pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,the funkiest town I know.


Right across the river in the village of New Paltz
The college kids are havin’ a ball:
Newage hippie gift shops and cosy little bistros
Where nothin’ nasty ever seems to happen at all.
The tourists and the climbers spend their money there;
They wouldn’t touch Poughkeepsie on a double dare.
I’m just pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,the funkiest town I know.

Now I might take a train
‘Cause you can’t take a plane;
I’d get out of this dump if I had half of a brain,
And stop pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,the funkiest town I know.
I’m just pickin’ my feet in Poughkeepsie,the funkiest town I know.