Lyrics

Hey Wilbon, Mike Wilbon, Wilbon, what a life
Jet setting one percenter, you travel without strife 
I've no doubt you dream about
The state you’ve never seen
Not Toronto, midwest, Florida surely you jest, you want pine trees of dark green
Ooh I’ve yet to vacation at the termination of I-95 going north
They have rocky coastline, fresh lobster with white wine, but I haven’t yet ventured forth
Toilet seats that are heated, and bathrobes repeated, accommodations insane
I’m used to paradise, but I’ve never been to Maine