In the city there is nothing to see
In the city there is nothing to be

I'm goin' about my business
I'm wonderin' what I'm missin'

And on my way home
I get in my car
I write my name on the city walls

In the city there is a pup tent you can sleep out
In the city there is a trash can you can eat out of

I'm goin' about my business
I'm wonderin' what I'm missin'

And on my way home
A cop says "No"
I say, "There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand."

Fat man in the city
Blue man in the city

Red man in the city
Poor man in the city

Ahhhh!
Red Man, Poor Man, Blue Man, Fat Man
I don't know the rest of the words
'cause I made it up
Just for you
You
You

In the city