"Going To The City" lyrics - HUGH CORNWELL

Going to the city
Going to the city
Going to the city
Going to the city

Bag packed
Egg cracked
Tickets tracked
Mojo slapped

Shoes laced
Po-faced
Muggers maced
Calls traced

Plastic stacked
Luggage racked
Horses backed
Computer hacked

Heart paced
Joints cased
Reservations placed
And say grace

Going to the city
Going to the city

Special treat
No heat
Straight streets
Rare meat

Wind strong
Think you belong
Proved wrong
All along

Traffic beat
Warm seat
Rain sheet
Kinda neat

New song
For King Kong
On the tip
Of my tongue

Going to the city
Going to the city
Going to the city
Going to the city

White lines
Bad times
Lost dime
See the crime

Joker's wild
Number dialed
Getting riled
Run a mile

Blade fine
Spill the wine
Feel maligned
Spill wine

Stubborn child
Make a pile
Raise a smile
At your trial