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Formula-one.speedtv.com (8 July 2010)
The City The City The City Ahh Ah, ahh Ah, ahh As a child on the farm I was warned of the wiles of the city Of that demon disguise There's the dirt in the skies of the city Well they say the proximity warps their minds 'Til they're shooting one another just to pass the time And we live it appears Both in spite and in fear of the city Ooh, ooh yeah Ooh I was constantly told How our lives were controlled by the city How they keep us in debt With the trends that they set it's a pity Now the beautiful people in the magazines Got the normal ones living beyond their means And the things that they said Made me go in my head to the city Ooh Ahh Ah, ahh Ah, ahh When I finally came There's some things still the same in the city You still lie under the thumb Of the rich and the young and the pretty Well they weren't much different than we might act If there was that many others stacked and closely packed It's an ancient idea But it struck me so clear in the city Oooh, ooh yeah Ooh, ooh yeah Ooh Ahh Ah, ahh Ah, ahh Last Mango in Paris Last Mango in Paris LAST MANGO IN PARIS Jimmy Buffett, Marshall Chapman, Will Jennings & Michael Utley I went down to Captain Tony's to get out of the heat When I heard a voice call out to me, "Son, come have a seat" I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And "Jimmy, there's still so much to be done." I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol on each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land I had a damn good run on wall street With my high fashion model wife Til I woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss Army knife I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon Took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy there's still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the skies And like the sun hw disappeared before my very eyes It was somewhere past dark-thirty When I went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said I ate the last mango in Paris
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