The Maxes: Music/Lyrics

The original line in the second verse was "Becomes fit for Trump" and I changed it to "Makes a status jump". The song was written in 1998 when Mr. T. was known more for real estate than "The Apprentice". I just didn't want people to shout out "You're fired!" during this ballad. Or even think it.

Anywhere You Are


A little greasy spoon
The kind where the waitress has a run in her stockin'
Changes mighty soon
To a four-star res'trant when you walk in
Anywhere you are, dear
That's the place to be
Anywhere you are, dear
Is the place for me.

A tiny little dump
The kind where the paint's peeling into your soup
Makes a status jump
The moment your feet touch the wobbly stoop
Anywhere you are, dear
That's the place to be
Anywhere you are, dear
Is the place for me.

Just like the bread ain't the bread without the butter
What is this wicked world without you
To save it from the gutter
And set my heart a 'flutter?

A street that's cold and gray
The kind you avoid when the sun goes down
Becomes the rue de la Paix
The hot spot of all the town

Anywhere you are, dear
That's the place to be
Anywhere you are, dear
Is the place for me.