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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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.
Thanks, Sue. I was a Cardiff boy and playing in soul bands but Carolyn wanted to move to a village but I was not into her ‘silence of the lambs’. She ran off with a mutual friend in the end. C’est la vie! And sparrows really did splat into our window panes.
Super, really enjoyed this!…Leila
Thanks Leila – appreciated!