Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
Theres the dirt in the skies of the city
Well they say the proximity warps their minds
til theyre shooting one another just pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set its 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
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
When I finally came
Theres 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 werent much different than we might act
If there was that many others that closely packed
Its an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
Oooohhh
Ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Ah, ahhhhhh
Id like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in key west, florida, where I spend a little bit of time. this particular friend of mine ran a bar in key west for a
Time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. our mayors name is captain tony tarascino, has a little place called captain
S saloon where we wrote a little song called last mango in paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title.