Move To The City (1988 Acoustic Version)

1, 2, 1, 2, 3, ooh yeah
You pack your bags
And you move to the city
There is something missing here at home
You fix your hair
And you are looking real pretty
Its time to get it out on your own
You are always fighting
With your mama and you papa
Your family life is one big pain!
When you, you going to move to the city
Into the city where it all began
You got to move, You got to move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you got to move
You stole your mamas car
And your daddys Plastic credit card
You are sixteen and you cant get a job
You are not going very far
You are always riding
With the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When you, you are going to move to the city
Into the city where it all began
You got to move , You got to move
Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you got to move
Right to the city
Where the real men get it
Child, isnt it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me
You are on the streets
And it isnt so pretty
You need to get a new what you please
You do what you got to
Do for the money
At times you end up
On your knees
Youre always buying
With the local and the junkies
This city life is one big pain!
But you, you had to move to the city
Into the city where it all began
You got to move, You got to move
Ma,ma, ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
Time you got to move
Oh right to the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw, child, isnt it a pity
Sometimes it gets tooshitty
Come on and hit me