Ahhhhhh

Ah, ahhhhhh

Ah, ahhhhhh

As a child on the farm

I was warned of the wiles of the city

Of that demon disguise

There's the dirt in the skies of the city



Well they say the proximity warps their minds

'Til they're shooting one another just pass the time

And we live it appears

Both in spite and in fear of the city



Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah

Oooohhh



I was constantly told

How our lives were controlled by the city

How they keep us in debt

With the trends that they set it's a pity



Now the beautiful people in the magazines

Got the normal ones living beyond their means

And the things that they said

Made me go in my head to the city



Oooohhh

Ahhhhhhh

Ah, ahhhhhh

Ah, ahhhhhh



When I finally came

There's some things still the same in the city

You still lie under the thumb

Of the rich and the young and the pretty



Well they weren't much different than we might act

If there was that many others stacked and closely packed

It's an ancient idea

But it struck me so clear in the city



Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah

Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah

Oooohhh



Ahhhhhh

Ah, ahhhhhh

Ah, ahhhhhh



"I'd like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida, where I spend a little bit of time. This particular friend of mine ran a bar in Key West for a long time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. Our mayor's name is Captain Tony Tarascino, has a little place called Captain Tony's Saloon where we wrote a little song called Last Mango in Paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title."