You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

But I’ll be buried in Detroit Buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city Whoa ho, whoa ho

On a warm San Franciscan night This following program is dedicated to the city And people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city This is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town, The sun was shining everywhere I was a stranger in the city Out of town were the people I knew I had that feeling of self-pity What to do, what to do, what to do The outlook was decidedly blue

Moving, watching, working, sleeping, driving, walking, talking, smiling P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y People in the city On the sidewalk (People in the city) Near the street lamp (People in the city) At the bus stop (People in the city) Down the station (People in

Daydreaming, daydreaming all the time Daydreaming, daydreaming into the night And I'm alright Living in a city of sleepless people Who all know the limits and won’t go too far outside the lines 'Cause they're out of their minds I wanna get out and build

You can live your life in a crowded city, You can walk along a crowded street. But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly People, friendly people that you meet. You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty, And at the dances you

(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

I am the tiger I am behind you, I'll always find you People who fear me never go near me Yellow eyes, the spotlights of the city lights The city is a jungle, you'd better take care Never walk alone after midnight If you don't believe me, you'd better