Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it You know my Suffragette City Is outta sight...she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep atalkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw,

Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket I'm back on Suffragette City You know my Suffragette City Oh don't lean on me man 'Cause you ain't got time to check it Is outta sight she's all right A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City Hey

London calls me a stranger I'm burning on the back street Stuck here sitting in the backseat I'm blazing on the street What I do isn't up to you And if the city never sleeps Then that makes two Can't control what I'm into

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream

Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,

We ain't ever gettin' older I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car and And I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) No, I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note