Dancing Like A Bank Clerk

A girlfriend once tried to persuade me to move to the countryside but I was too in love with city life and the rock venues – it did not end well (see video below)


 

DANCING LIKE A BANK CLERK

I love living in the shadow of these office towers

Media hyenas are howling in the dirt

Fashionistas flow – they’re as delicate as flowers 

Shooting down the breeze for lifting up their skirts

You can take the Man right out of the City

But you can’t take the City out of the Man

 

I love the sound of engines in the morning

The splat of sparrows on my window pane

She wants to speak but I’m too busy yawning

She wants to move to the countryside again

 

Well, you can take the Man right out of the City

But you can’t take the City out of the Man

You can take your Man right out of the City }

You can’t take the City out of your Man        }  x3

 

I love my neon and the motor cars

I love my music – it’s written in the stars

You can take the Man right out of the City

But you can’t take the City out of the Man

 

I love waiting in a queue for absolutely hours

Dodging all the Krishnas and the loony at the bar

He had this big epiphany while naked in the shower

The only god I worship is my company car

 

Now you can take the Man right out of the City

But you can’t take the City out of the Man

 

I love going to the clubs and dancing like a bank clerk

To Johnny B Goode and the Hoochie-Coochie Man

She said she’s going to leave because I’m such a Cool Jerk

For choosing rock and roll to her Silence of the Lambs

 

Now you can take the Man right out of the City

But you can’t take the City out of the Man

You can take your Man right out of the City }

You can’t take the City out of your Man        }  x3

 

I love my neon and the motor cars

I love my music – it’s written in the stars

You can take the Man right out of the City

But you can’t take the City out of the Man

 

 


(c)  2016 Paul D E Mitchell  – music, lyrics, instruments and voices by Paul D E Mitchell

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sweetwater

The splat of sparrows, marvellous phrase you can almost hear them hit the pane, personally I can’t bear it when that happens and I pity the tiny creatures. I love your city images and the shameless love you have for it, but my heart lies with the girl in the countryside. A very enjoyable read. Sue.

leila

Super, really enjoyed this!…Leila