Pittsburgh is where I come from,
Born to two but raised by none.
Grandpa left a treasure chest,
set me up for life I guess.
And now I am a man,
throwing up the night in a garbage can.
Who knew that I'd never take my fortune home?
Burn the hand to build a bridge,
Flew to France and blew a kiss and smoke rings.
Bird flew in, we built a nest,
Now it's scrambled eggs for my breakfast.
And then one sorry morn,
Throwing in the torch from the other shore.
Who knew that they'd never take their fortune home?