in the city

well the city's so small, and the girls are too tall, too many suntan machines, and when you walk in the bars, see the mumbling jars, the same ol' faces you've seen, well maybe it's just me, i'm just paranoid, but i can't be mistaken, when i hear the same old noise, some are jealous, some are decent fellers, but i don't understand: why don't they mind their own business?, they're always standing up straight, trying hard to look new, they like to comment on taste, and just before they go home, they have a ten-minute-moan, about the jobs that they hate, maybe it's just me, i'm just paranoid, but i can't be mistaken, when i hear the same old noise, some are vicious, some are just malicious, but i don't understand: why don't they mind their own business?, move from the city, it's such a stinkin' pity, cause i love this ol' city, but times are not so pretty anymore, we got to move from the city, gone away through the dirt,? those old miniskirts, and leave those old stains behind, and as i pack up my case, and wipe the sweat from my face, something enters my mind: well the people there, will they just be the same?, all the old folks there, could they even know my name?, be reclusive, i'll just be elusive, to a way of life, that i can't get used to, move from the city, it's such a stinkin' pity, cause i love this ol' city, times are not so pretty anymore, we got to move from the city, we got to move from the city