The Artist lyrics

I'm gonna move to San Francisco And watch all the hip young artists struggle with their rent Ooh, I'm gonna be one of them I'm gonna find a pale young heiress I'm gonna make her fall in love with me And live the good life for free Woah-woah-woah I'm gonna be an artist We'll take a trip to South Dakota And blaze through the lonely desert in a shiny new rent-a-car And take pictures of everything we see Woah-woah-woah Pictures that everyone should see Woah-woah-woah Because my perspective is so unique Some people work a nine to five Don't they know there's a better life Woah-woah Why don't they move to San Francisco? If only they knew, they could be artists too Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woah