Ahhhhhh 

Ah, ahhhhhh 

Ah, ahhhhhh 

As a child on the farm 

I was warned of the wiles of the city 

Of that demon disguise 

There's the dirt in the skies of the city 



Well they say the proximity warps their minds 

'Til they're shooting one another just pass the time 

And we live it appears 

Both in spite and in fear of the city 



Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah 

Oooohhh 



I was constantly told 

How our lives were controlled by the city 

How they keep us in debt 

With the trends that they set it's a pity 



Now the beautiful people in the magazines 

Got the normal ones living beyond their means 

And the things that they said 

Made me go in my head to the city 



Oooohhh 

Ahhhhhhh 

Ah, ahhhhhh 

Ah, ahhhhhh 



When I finally came 

There's some things still the same in the city 

You still lie under the thumb 

Of the rich and the young and the pretty 



Well they weren't much different than we might act 

If there was that many others stacked and closely packed 

It's an ancient idea 

But it struck me so clear in the city 



Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah 

Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah 

Oooohhh 



Ahhhhhh 

Ah, ahhhhhh 

Ah, ahhhhhh 



"I'd like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida, where I spend a little bit of time. This particular friend of mine ran a bar in Key West for a long time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. Our mayor's name is Captain Tony Tarascino, has a little place called Captain Tony's Saloon where we wrote a little song called Last Mango in Paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title."