Letras:Zutons. In The City.

Well the city?s so small

And the girls are too tall

Too many suntan machines

And when you walk in the bars

See the mumbling jars

The same ol? faces you?ve seen



Well maybe it?s just me

I?m just paranoid

But I can?t be mistaken

When I hear the same old noise



Some are jealous

Some are decent fellers

But I don?t understand:

Why don?t they mind their own business?



They?re always standing up straight

Trying hard to look new

They like to comment on taste

And just before they go home

They have a ten-minute-moan

About the jobs that they hate



Maybe it?s just me

I?m just paranoid

But I can?t be mistaken

When I hear the same old noise



Some are vicious

Some are just malicious

But I don?t understand:

Why don?t they mind their own business?



Move from the city

It?s such a stinkin? pity

Cause I love this ol? city

But times are not so pretty anymore



We got to move from the city



Gone away through the dirt

??? those old miniskirts

And leave those old stains behind

And as I pack up my case

And wipe the sweat from my face

Something enters my mind:



Well the people there

Will they just be the same?

All the old folks there

Could they even know my name?

Be reclusive

I?ll just be elusive

To a way of life

That I can?t get used to



Move from the city

It?s such a stinkin? pity

Cause I love this ol? city

Times are not so pretty anymore



We got to move from the city

We got to move from the city