In the city there is something to see   In the city there is nothing to breathe   I'm goin' 'bout my business   I'm wondering what I'm missing   And on my way home   I hid in my coat   Wrote my name on the city wall   Being famous   In the city there is a park bench you can sleep out on   The city there is a trash can you can eat out of   I'm goin' 'bout my business   Wondering what I'm missing   And on my way home a cop said "no"   I said   "There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand"   Being famous...   Red man in the city   Poor man in the city   Black man in the city   Fat man in the city   Red man   Black man   Fat man   Blue man   I don't know the rest of the words   'Cause I made it up just for you...