In The City There Is Something To See
In The City There Is Nothing To Breathe
I'm Goin' 'bout My Business
I'm Wondering What I'm Missing

And On My Way Home, I Hid In My Coat
Wrote My Name On The City Wall
Being Famous

In The City There Is A Park Bench You Can Sleep Out On
The City There Is A Trash Can You Can Eat Out Of
I'm Goin' 'bout My Business
Wondering What I'm Missing

And On My Way Home A Cop Said ";No";
I Said, ";There Is A Man With A Stick And A Gun In His Hand";
Being Famous

Red Man In The City
Poor Man In The City
Black Man In The City
Fat Man In The City

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