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The Boy from the City is... operating with an overload of information.
It makes him real cool, real interesting – as long as he doesn’t get on top of it.
Bye-bye, Boy.

Yeah, they call him Mucho, Mucho Mars, he deal in
Secondhand imported russian cars.
He got a mobile phone the size of a brick,
From back in the day, now we just can’t part with it.
I go inside to pay him up into the,
The portacabin, but it’s not enough.
I got 24 hours, one used car and four grand to find,
Yeah

I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah

And then a
Day later something ugly turns up and I see:
Two grizzly bears on my door, they wanna break me
Into the streets I race in my Y-fronts
I’m so scared I leave a trail on the pavement
If you see me, then you don’t see me
If you saw me, then you didn’t see me
(I think he ran round the corner about 25 seconds ago)

I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah

And the I saw the larder limousine, d’u know what I mean
Big, fat long thing from Russia with cheese
They throw me in the boot with a 4K sound system,
It’s too loud to mention, my head’s splitting open
And through the city we’re on our way
I can hear them talking, but don’t know what they say
The bass drum’s kicking in my gut
And I’m thinking that I’m gonna throw up

I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah

My name is Mucho, Mucho Mars, I deal in
Secondhand imported russian cars. You bring me
No money, no respect,
We’ll see how much you’re laughing when they break your legs.
I said, Hang on,
Wait on,
Call off the alsatian, I got a solution
You need a car wash, I’ll pay my debts off.
Mucho, what do you say?

I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Oh, oh yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Oh, oh yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah

I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Oh, oh yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah
I’m just a boy from the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Oh, oh yeah
(Take me down to the city)
I’ll take you down to the city
(Just a boy from the city)
Yeah

I felt drawn to Europe. Somewhere where life wasn’t so haywire and over-enthusiastic.

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