She lived in New York City,
And Melissa was her name.
Intelligent and pretty
And her life untouched by shame.
But nothing seemed to thrill her
So one morning before dawn
She left a note on her pillow
Saying, "Mother I have gone."
I've gone to Minnesota
To discover what life means
A state where people know to
Wear long johns beneath their jeans.
I'll miss you, darling mother,
And try to write or call,
But I'm bound for Minnesota and the city of St. Paul.
He was a prince of Wall Street,
In a long b lack automobile,
In a town where you see the false treat
Ed as if it were real.
Although wildly successful
As a man of many hats,
He found it rather stressful
Trying to race with younger rats.
So he went to Minnesota
To discover what life means
A place where people gota
Get away from limousines.
Where you thrill to every sunrise
And you hark to nature's call
Out in Minnesota and the city of St. Paul.
From all across the nation
Fundamentalists as one
Said, "Why does predestination?
Mean we cannot have some fun?"
Why follow what John Knox taught
That life is a stone wall?
I'd rather do the foxtrot
So I'm heading for St. Paul.
They went to Minnesota
To find out what life means.
Where there is no daily quota
We must produce on machines.
Goodbye Calvinism,
And minds that are too small.
A brighter day has risen on the city of St. Paul.
She lived in San Francisco
In the cool Pacific mists
Where she danced all night to disco
With the other hedonists.
A life of ease and sushi
And yet she felt-- depressed.
And one afternoon at two she
Took a plane to the Midwest.
She went to Minnesota
To discover what life means
That's where Fitzgerald wrote a
Book about romantic scenes.
Goodbye literary
Parties soaked in alcohol
I'm headed for the prairie and the city of St. Paul.