G Why can't every city be Portland C Why can't everywhere be like here D It's the place that I like, All the folks unicycle G They're carrying bottles of beer G Why can't every city be PDX C Where we're not unemployed; we've got our own projects D We're keepin' it weird
And every guy with a beard G Has a few pairs of horn-rimmed specs B It's not our original home sweet home, Em But we do like the Romans, 'Cause we're sort of in Rome A We bike in the lane Treating cars with disdain, D And pretend we don't know that it always rains G Why can't every city be Portland C Where the irony is big as our trees D It's no longer intriguin' That everyone's vegan G And nobody owns a TV G Why can't every space be Portlandia's place C Where even the lawyers are pierced on their face D Where we'll all DIY Till the day that we die G And we live at a comfortable pace B It's not our original home sweet home, Em But we do like the Romans, 'Cause we're sort of in Rome A If you've got kombucha, we'll try it If it's on Craigslist, we'll buy it D And if you find a new neighborhood, we'll gentrify it G Why can't every city be Portland C Where we don't know how lucky we are D We buy booze without tax And we hop on the MAX G For a cheap ride down to the bar G Why can't every old stone be this temperate zone C Where our future as grown-ups is sort of postponed D We might move to L.A. Or Seattle someday C G