| Ahhhhhh
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| Ah, ahhhhhh
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| Ah, ahhhhhh
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| As a child on the farm
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| I was warned of the wiles of the city
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| Of that demon disguise
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| Theres the dirt in the skies of the city
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| Well they say the proximity warps their minds
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| til theyre shooting one another just pass the time
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| And we live it appears
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| Both in spite and in fear of the city
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| Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
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| Oooohhh
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| I was constantly told
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| How our lives were controlled by the city
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| How they keep us in debt
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| With the trends that they set its a pity
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| Now the beautiful people in the magazines
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| Got the normal ones living beyond their means
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| And the things that they said
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| Made me go in my head to the city
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| Oooohhh
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| Ahhhhhhh
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| Ah, ahhhhhh
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| Ah, ahhhhhh
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| When I finally came
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| Theres some things still the same in the city
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| You still lie under the thumb
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| Of the rich and the young and the pretty
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| Well they werent much different than we might act
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| If there was that many others that closely packed
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| Its an ancient idea
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| But it struck me so clear in the city
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| Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
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| Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
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| Oooohhh
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| Ahhhhhh
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| Ah, ahhhhhh
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| Ah, ahhhhhh
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| «id like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in key
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| west, florida, where I spend a little bit of time. |
| this particular friend of mine ran a bar in key west for a Time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and
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| elected our favorite bartender mayor. |
| our mayors name is captain tony tarascino,
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| has a little place called captain
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| S saloon where we wrote a little song called last mango in paris,
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| not to be confused with that movie by a similar title.» |