Ahhhhhh
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Ah, ahhhhhh
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Ah, ahhhhhh
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As a child on the farm
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I was warned of the wiles of the city
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Of that demon disguise
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There's the dirt in the skies of the city
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Well they say the proximity warps their minds
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'Til they're shooting one another just pass the time
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And we live it appears
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Both in spite and in fear of the city
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Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
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Oooohhh
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I was constantly told
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How our lives were controlled by the city
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How they keep us in debt
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With the trends that they set it's a pity
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Now the beautiful people in the magazines
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Got the normal ones living beyond their means
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And the things that they said
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Made me go in my head to the city
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Oooohhh
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Ahhhhhhh
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Ah, ahhhhhh
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Ah, ahhhhhh
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When I finally came
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There's some things still the same in the city
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You still lie under the thumb
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Of the rich and the young and the pretty
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Well they weren't much different than we might act
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If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
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It's an ancient idea
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But it struck me so clear in the city
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Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
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Oooohhh, ooohhhh yeah
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Oooohhh
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Ahhhhhh
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Ah, ahhhhhh
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Ah, ahhhhhh
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"I'd like to do a song that was written about a good friend of mine down in Key West, Florida, where I spend a little bit of time. This particular friend of mine ran a bar in Key West for a long time before we got fed up with all the other alternatives to politicians and elected our favorite bartender mayor. Our mayor's name is Captain Tony Tarascino, has a little place called Captain Tony's Saloon where we wrote a little song called The Last Mango in Paris, not to be confused with that movie by a similar title."
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The City
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| Jimmy Buffett |
