Well I feel so blue it's like I'm stuck to the chair with glue
What can you do
I feel so tired it's like I never ever sleep at all
But who can help me at all?
Well I see your city really loves you
Alright, every night
The president
Oh so alone I see he sits
In regret in everything he's done
But don't feel bad for him
Cause he's part of the prob-el-em
Between the free and their freedoms
Well I see his city still really loves him
Alright, every night, yeah
Well I see his city still really, really loves him
The cigarettes that you smoke you know they'll kill you dead
In 20 or 30 or 40 years from now
But it's all that jazz that boggles my mind
As I sit by and watch you fall down, yeah
But I see my city still really loves me
Alright, alright... yeah yeah
Well I see my city still really... reallly loves me
Alright