San Telmo (Sped Up) Lyrics

It's a Saturday afternoon, news in the living room

He left home last night

And it's one week to find a place, house for him by Friday

But life's by our side

We tried on the same town's center, will the car still be hers?

Then the city came

Roundabout with the grass so green, never been over here

New chapter begins

No elevator, 3rd floor

Narrow street, places so old

Feels just like the Ross' loft

Oh, oh, oh, 'cause now we're living in San Telmo

Wooden sofa, light dark doors

Bathroom pink tile, white gas stove

Not a Ritz-Carlton but works

Oh, oh, oh, 'cause now we're living in San Telmo

The buildings are all stuck in the mid 60s

Sepia colors rule the zone, beige so rosy

Secondhand cars driving 'round the city

The harbour's so active but's not too noisy

Life here is somewhat of a Regular Show

But for the AM in the bocapatio

Them pop queens, hit after hit on the radio

Songs I like and still don't know the title of

No elevator, 3rd floor

Narrow street, places so old

Feels just like the Ross' loft

Oh, oh, oh, 'cause now we're living in San Telmo

Wooden sofa, light dark doors

Bathroom pink tile, white gas stove

Not a Ritz-Carlton but works

Oh, oh, oh, 'cause now we're living in San Telmo

So if we move back, it would suck, it wouldn't be same

It's a ray of luck, here's no lack, here it's all okay, with

No elevator, 3rd floor

Narrow street, places so old

Feels just like the Ross' loft

Oh, oh, oh, 'cause now we're living in San Telmo

Wooden sofa, light dark doors

Bathroom pink tile, white gas stove

Not a Ritz-Carlton but works

Oh, oh, oh, 'cause now we're living in San Telmo