G
Why can't every city be Portland
C
Why can't everywhere be like here
D
It's the place that I like,
All the folks unicycle
G
They're carrying bottles of beer
G
Why can't every city be PDX
C
Where we're not unemployed; we've got our own projects
D
We're keepin' it weird
And every guy with a beard
G
Has a few pairs of horn-rimmed specs
B
It's not our original home sweet home,
Em
But we do like the Romans,
'Cause we're sort of in Rome
A
We bike in the lane
Treating cars with disdain,
D
And pretend we don't know that it always rains
G
Why can't every city be Portland
C
Where the irony is big as our trees
D
It's no longer intriguin'
That everyone's vegan
G
And nobody owns a TV
G
Why can't every space be Portlandia's place
C
Where even the lawyers are pierced on their face
D
Where we'll all DIY
Till the day that we die
G
And we live at a comfortable pace
B
It's not our original home sweet home,
Em
But we do like the Romans,
'Cause we're sort of in Rome
A
If you've got kombucha, we'll try it
If it's on Craigslist, we'll buy it
D
And if you find a new neighborhood, we'll gentrify it
G
Why can't every city be Portland
C
Where we don't know how lucky we are
D
We buy booze without tax
And we hop on the MAX
G
For a cheap ride down to the bar
G
Why can't every old stone be this temperate zone
C
Where our future as grown-ups is sort of postponed
D
We might move to L.A.
Or Seattle someday
C G
But first we've got to pay off our student loans