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