Lyrics:

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