Here's a love song for Annie Hall
Why'd you go to California and leave us all?
I know Paul Simon was there
But that's no excuse
When the real only living boy in New York
Was back home missing you
The Upper West Side will never really be the same
Without your liberal-arts-educated neurotic philanderings
I played tennis with you
And I'm a Jew
In other words, simply put
I'm as mixed up at you
So Annie won't you please come home
You're always gonna be alone
Even your analyst thinks so
But he don't know how much I love you

Here's a love song for Diane Keaton
There you are all suit and tie again
I've got a bone to pick with your agent
Adult comedies are really stale these days
No one goes out to the movies who's not underage
You and Woody should team up again
That'd be a dream
But Woody's doing just as bad as you meant
It's really such a shame
Such a shame
'Cuz Diane you were so cool when you were young
What in God's name happened?
Are we all just destined to become
Mediocre and lame?

Well I guess this isn't a love song for anyone
I'm just upset that everything was better before my life begun
Now I'm no philosopher but I just told a blatant lie
Because everything was and is the same and will be the same after I die
After I die
But I like to think that if I lived back in the '70's
That there'd be time for more sex and better
Woody Allen movies
Woody Allen movies
Woody Allen movies
So history won't you please come home
And leave poor Hollywood alone
I can always watch my DVD's
God bless technology
Make everything old new for me
Make everything old new for me
Make everything so old
So new for me
Make everything old so new
So new for me!
So new for me
Just new for me

Lyrics submitted by indierocker13

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