SLOMO - Boy From The City | Текст песни

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• Boy From The City

The boy from the city is,
operating with an overload of information.
It makes him real cool and real interesting.
As long as it doesn't get on top of him.
Bye bye boy.

They call him Mucho, Mucho Mars,
he deal in second hand imported russian cars.
He got a mobile phone the size of a brick,
from back in the day, now he 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. (Yeah, take me down to the city)
I'll take you down to the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (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 street 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. (Yeah, take me down to the city)
I'll take you down to the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah)

I'm just a boy from the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah, take me down to the city)
I'll take you down to the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah)

And then I saw the larder limousine, you know what I mean.
Big, fat long thing with russia with cheese.
They throw me in the boot with the 4K sound system,
it's too loud to mention, my head's splitting open.

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. (Yeah, take me down to the city)
I'll take you down to the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah)

I'm just a boy from the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah, take me down to the city)
I'll take you down to the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah)

My name is Mucho, Mucho Mars,
I deal in second hand imported russian cars.
You bring me, no money, no respect,
we'll see how much your laughing when we break your legs.

I say hang on, wait on,
call off the alsation 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. (Yeah, take me down to the city)
I'll take you down to the city. (Just a boy from the city)
Yeah. (Yeah)

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

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

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

I felt drawn to europe.
Somewhere where life wasn't so,
haywire and over-enthusiastic.

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