Move to the City (1986 Sound City Session)

[Verse 1]

Pack your bags, baby, move to the city

There's somethin' missin' here at home

You fix your hair and you're lookin' real pretty

It's time you're gettin' out on your own

You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa

Your family life is one big pain

When you gonna, gonna move to the city?

Ah, to the city where it all began

You gotta move, you better move, uh

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Child, you better move

You stole your mama's car

And your daddy's plastic credit card

You're sixteen and you can't get a job

You're not goin' very far

You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police

The social life is too insane

When you gonna, gonna move to the city?

Ah, to the city where it all began

You gotta move, you better move, oh, yeah

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma-ma-ma-ma move

Oh, to the city with the real nitty gritty

Oh, child, ain't it a pity?

Ooh, yeah

You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty

At least you get to do what you please

You do what you gotta do for your money

At times, you end up on your knees

You're always fightin' with the locals and the junkies

This city life is much too insane

But you, you had to move to the city

Ah, to the city where it all began

You had to move, you had to move

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma

Child, you had to move

Oh, to the city with the real nitty gritty

Oh, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes, you know it gets too shitty

Come on and hit me!