Best of Phoenix® 2006

In our Valley the sun never dies,

And winter, we think that’s a lie.

The cactus grow tall

The rain hardly falls

And though summer sucks, that’s no reason to cry.

(See, the gods made AC, so when it’s 100 degrees,

The cool air will make your blues go bye-bye.)

Now, Adam and Eve had it good

But did they eat Mexican food

Like that at Rosita’s?

Not even Mrs. Rita

Could predict tacos like those that we’ve chewed.

They didn’t need strip clubs in Eden,

But nekkid ladies aplenty, we’ve got ’em.

And our pal the Serpent says,

“Drink hardy, my friends,”

While sipping Camus’ Carson City Martini.

Why not trip the light fantastic with Lucifer?

Rogue’s Shake’ll make the evening a blur.

And DJ Al Page

Rocks The Shop in an age

When true hip-hop is rarer than mink fur.

Goody two-shoes, we got stuff for you, too.

There’s hiking and sports,

Spas and resorts,

And watching monkeyshines at the zoo.

Clean American fun you can find

If you’ve got family ties that bind.

With a budget that’s meager,

You can be a dream weaver,

And discover plenty of spots to unwind.

Our Steve Nash is MVP for a reason,

Plus the Cards have a new home this season.

New arrivals come this way,

Sometimes hundreds a day,

There’s something about Phoenix that reels ’em.

The Zona is the new Promised Land,

Albeit one surrounded by sand.

It’s where the wise reside,

You might fault us our pride,

But whether for nice or for vice,

You don’t have to ask twice,

It’s the reason we call Phoenix “Paradise.”