Mile high skyscrapers that reach for the sky
Old sod and wheels knocking at your door
Blue collar shoulders, (?) won't by
Staying ahead of that urban sprawl
High rise, man, are strangling the lakes
Self (?) line riding above
(?) man just for my good (?)
Hot chicken shacks, the best in the world
Cold in the winter, a rain in the spring
Hot in the summer, whatever fall brings
Ten million people are doing what they choose
No time for sleeping in the city of blues