In The City lyrics

He is just a boy in the city
Dressed the same hes uniformly pretty
He knows its the time
He can read the signs
He can really change
In the city

The best dressed boy in town he thinks its funny
Half a dozen jobs makes his money
He is just a boy in the city
Friday night propels walter mitty
Its about time
He can read the signs
A night on the town
In the city

Monday is a work day
Tuesdays much the same
Wednesday comes and goes away
Thursdays back again

Friday night is sunday in the morning
Monday brings the weekends final yawning
Now its about time
He has crossed the line
He is miles away
In the city

(city!)

(city!)

(city!)

(city!)

Now its about time
He can read the signs
He can really change
It is on his mind
He has crossed the line
He has gone once more
From the city