Jimmy Buffett. The City. Zeneszám

Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh

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 to pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city

Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh

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

Ooh
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh

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

Oooh, ooh yeah
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh

Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh