In the city there is somethin' to see
And in the city there is nothin' to breathe
I'm goin' about my business
I'm wonderin' what I'm missin'
And on my way home, I hid in my coat
I wrote my name on the city wall
Bein' famous
Now in the city, there is, a trash can you can eat
And in the city, there is, a park bench you can sleep
And I am wanderin', oh, I'm lookin'
My whole world, is rippin'
And on my way home, a cop said no
There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand
Bein' famous
Rich man in the city
Poor man in the city
Fat man in the city
Red man in the city
Red man, black man
Fat man, blue man
I don't know the rest of the words
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