City (Live, 1988)

Lyrics

[Intro] 'Kay, this is a song called 'City' [Verse 1] In the city there is somethin' to see In the city there is nothin' to breathe I'm goin' about my business I'm wonderin' what I'm missin' [Chorus] And on my way home, hid in my coat I wrote my name on the city wall Bein' famous [Verse 2] In the city there is, park bench you can sleep out on The city there is, trash can you can eat out of I'm goin' 'bout my business I'm wonderin' what I'm missin' [Chorus] And on my way home a cop said "No" I said "There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand" Bein' famous [Outro] Red man in the city Poor man in the city Black man in the city Fat man in the city A red man, black man, fat man, blue man I don't know the rest of the words 'Cause I made it up Just for you, oh-oh-ho-oh-oh Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-wa-wa-wa-wau Just for you