One, two, one, two, three. Woooheyyeh! You pack your bags and you move to the city There's something missing here at home You fix your hair and you look real pretty It's time you're getting out on your own You're always fighting with your mama and your papa Your family life is one big pain What are you? You're gonna move to the city To the city where it all began You're gonna move, you're gonna move Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom John, you gotta 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 going very far You're always fighting with the teachers and the police Your social life is too insane What are you? You're gonna move to the city To the city where it all began You're gonna move, you're gonna move Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom John, you gotta move To the city with the real little pretty old child Ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me! 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 You're always fighting with the locals and the junkies The city life is one big pain But you, you had to move to the city To the city where it all began You had to move, you had to move Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom John, you had to move To the city with the real little pretty old child Ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me!