Move to the City Songtext
von Guns N’ Roses

I′m a West Coast junkie, an East Coast monkey
Got an elephant dick under my arm
Hooray!
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!
(Oh, yeah) Hey!
Yeah, yeah
Ah-ha-ha-ha!
Whisky!
(Woo!) Oh, yeah
Woohoo!
(Downtown, ho!)
Arriba!


You pack your bags and you move to the city
There's somethin′ missin' here at home
You fix your hair and you look real pretty
It's time to get it out on your own
You′re always fightin′ with your mama and your papa
Your family life is one big pain
When you, gonna, gonna move to the city?
Uh, to the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move
Look out!
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Time, you gotta move
Ow, yeah
Ooh, oh-oh, yeah
(Woo!) You know this

You stole your mama's car
And your daddy′s plastic credit card
You're sixteen and you can′t get a job
You're not goin′ very far
You're always fightin' with the teachers and the police
The soldier life is too insane
When you, gonna, gonna move to the city?
Into the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move
Woah, yeah
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Child, you gotta move


Right to the city, where the real men get it
Ooh, child, ain′t it a pity?
Ooh, yeah-yeah

You′re on the streets and it ain't so pretty
At least you get to do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
Ain′t satisfied with the locals and the junkies
The city life, just one big pain
When you gonna, gonna move to the city?
Uh, to the city where it all began

You had to move, you had to move
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Time, you had to move

(Ooh) Oh, right to the city with the real nitty gritty
(Ooh) Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
(Ooh) Sometimes it gets too shitty
(Ooh) Come on and hit me!

Ha-ha!
Woo! (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
(Yeah, we′ll be back in New York out next winter, just look out)
(Woo!) Uh, huh