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 mad it up just for you. . .