The Great City

If ever you're restless and you're feeling low
Don't think that the city is the place to go
Well, I'll tell you one thing worth singing about
If you come in be sure you can get back out

The great city's playboys, they're always around
To help build your hopes up, and help drag you down
They'll leave you with nothing worth singing about
So now you're in, and now you want back out

The great city, cold cruel stone
Seven million people, and each one standin' alone

You're caught in a whirlpool of east side cafes
Where love is a cocktail of beards and berets
And blues are the main things you're drinking about
So now you're in, and now you want back out

You want back out
You want back out
You want back out
You want back out
You want back out