Some people like to get away from the horrid smells
of the New York Streets.
Some folks like to hear their lives just cannot be beat.
I think that there’s better out there waiting for me to see. I could just taste it in South Hadley.

Up in Massachusetts, in the bitter cold,
you can feel that life is truly lived.
When a friend is generous, he’s truly gived.
I know I’ve got to have it; so give it all to me.
The life there of the Happy Valley.

It’ll be so pretty, living snowy day by snowy day.
Out of touch with the cities and their news.
I just need to have some of that country air.
How else can I explain it to you?

It comes down to Western Mass, it’s a pain in the ass
all that Town and Gown. But if I live up there, I won’t wear a frown. I’ll get what I’ve needed. I won’t ask for rhythm or rhyme. I’ll be in a South Hadley state of mind.