What'll It Be? (feat. Santino Fontana)

What'll It Be? - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Cast/Santino Fontana

Lyrics by：Adam Schlesinger/Rachel Bloom

It's 5 53 on thanksgiving

Not one customer's walked through the door

But I'm still here slinging drinks for a living

I've never played piano before

Not bad

I know this town like the back of my hand

But I'm not such a fan of the back of my hand

'Cause if you look real close at those little hairs and veins

You're like hands are sorta gross

It's hard to explain

The point is

Hey West Covina

Why won't you let me break free

Am I doomed to stay here

Pouring my high school friends beers

For the rest of eternity

Hey West Covina

You know just where to find me

I'll never go far

So pull up to the bar

Hey West Covina

What'll it be

It's 5 55 I'm still singing

The big turkey day game's letting out

But no one's coming here

Who am I kidding

Hey you sunburned MILFs

Give me a shout

Everyone's going home

'Cause it's time to give thanks

Thanks for the chain stores and outlets and banks

Thanks for this town three short hours from the beach

Where all of your dreams can stay just out of reach

Hey West Covina

You're not listening so what's the use

Is my purpose in life to slice limes with a knife

Or to serve Deb a Vodka and Cranberry juice

Hey Deb I'll be right with ya

Hey West Covina

Look what you're doing to me

Can't you see West Covina

You're killing me West Covina

Last call West Covina

What'll it be