Released on June 15, 1987

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[Verse 1]

You pack your bags and you move to the city

There's somethin' missin' here at home

You fix your hair and you look real pretty

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


[Pre-Chorus]

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

Your family life is one big pain

When are you, you gonna move to the city

Into the city where it all began?


[Chorus]

You gotta move

You gotta move

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child, you gotta move


[Verse 2]

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


[Pre-Chorus]

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

This life is much too insane

When are you, you gonna move to the city

Into the city where it all began?


[Chorus]

You gotta move

You gotta move

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child, you gotta move

Into the city with the real nitty gritty

Oh, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty

Come on and hit me


[Guitar Solo]


[Verse 3]

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 the money

At times, you end up on your knees


[Pre-Chorus]

Always fightin' 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


[Chorus]

You had to move

You had to move

Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child, you had to move

Ooh, into the city with the real nitty gritty

Oh, child, ain't it a pity?

Sometimes it gets too shitty

Come on and hit me