You gotta move you gotta move Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma You gotta move
You stole your mama's car And your daddy's plastic credid card You're sixteen and you can't get a job You're not goin' very far You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police This life is much too insane When are you, you gonna move to the city To the city where it all began
To the city With the real nitty gritty Aw child ain't it a pity Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me
You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty At least you get ta do what you please You do what you gotta do for the money At times you end up on your knees I'm always buyin'with local desert junkies This city life is one big pain But you, you had to move to the city To the city where it all began