Tulsa - Rufus Wainwright

You taste of potato chips in the morning

Your face has the Marlon Brando club calling

And who would have thought that I’d owe it all to Tulsa

And that fat guy with the green shirt that we both signed together

Once he hears this song won’t live it down forever

Your suit was the whitest thing since you-know-who

I fear that that savior I mentioned may be you

And who would have thought that I’d owe it all to Tulsa

And that poor girl who waited in the rain for hours to meet me (not you, baby)

Once she hears this song won’t live it down completely

And I owe it all to Tulsa, Oklahoma

This is just a reminder

Of the antique shop that I want to go back to and visit when it’s open

In Tulsa, Oklahoma

Just in case you don’t appreciate this song about you