I'm a west coast junkie, an east coast monkey, got an elephant dick under my arm. You pack your bags and you move to the city, there's somethin' missin' here at home. You get your hair and you look real pretty, it's time to get down on your run. You're all spazzin' with your mama and your papa, you're livin' life in one big band. When you're gonna move to the city, to the city where it all begins. You gotta move, you gotta move. Look out, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, tell you gotta move. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Here we go, yeah. You sold 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 all spazzin' with the deacons and the police, you're livin' life in one big band. When you're gonna move to the city, to the city where it all begins. You gotta move, you gotta move. Look out, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, tell you gotta move. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. You sold your mama's car and your daddy's plastic credit card. You're all spazzin' with the deacons and the police, you're livin' life in one big band. When you're gonna move to the city, to the city where it all begins. 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 still spazzin' with the locals and the junkies, you're livin' life in one big band. When you're gonna move to the city, to the city where it all begins. You gotta move, you gotta move. Look out, mama, mama, mama, mama, tell you gotta move. To the city where it all begins. Watch out, ladies and gentlemen, sometime you get to the city. Come on and hit me. If you want me back in your context later, just look out.