Текст песни The Artist

I'm gonna move to San Francisco And watch all the hip young artists struggle with their rent Ooh, I'm gonna be one of them I'm gonna find a pale young heiress I'm gonna make her fall in love with me And live the good life for free Woah-woah-woah I'm gonna be an artist We'll take a trip to South Dakota And blaze through the lonely desert in a shiny new rent-a-car And take pictures of everything we see Woah-woah-woah Pictures that everyone should see Woah-woah-woah Because my perspective is so unique Some people work a nine to five Don't they know there's a better life Woah-woah Why don't they move to San Francisco? If only they knew, they could be artists too Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah