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. . .