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

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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,

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

The people turned away Down by the seaside See the boats go sailin' Can the people hear What the little fish are sayin' Oh, oh, the people turned away Oh, the people turned away Down in the city streets, See all the folk go racin', racin'