[Verse 1]
In the city there is something to see
And in the city there is nothing to breathe
I'm goin' about my business
I'm wonderin' what I'm missin'

[Chorus]
And on my way home, hid in my coat
I wrote my name on the city wall
Bein' famous

[Verse 2]
Now, in the city there is a trash can you can eat
And in the city there is a park bench you can sleep
And I am wonderin', uhm, I'm lookin'
My whole world is rippin'

[Chorus]
And on my way home a cop said "No"
"There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand"
Bein' famous

[Outro]
Green man in the city
Poor man in the city
Fat man in the city
Red man in the city
Red man, fat man, black man, blue man
I don't know the rest of the words
Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
That was a keyboard