| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| You get up in the morning at the crackin' of dawn | |
| You hussle and you hassle all day | |
| The things that a man has to do for a livin' | |
| Just to keep the reaper away | |
| Somebody give me a break | |
| I've had as much as a body can take | |
| Nobody hears you, nobody sees you, nobody ever breaks free | |
| from the | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| so | |
| With your hands in your pockets and your soul in your shoes | |
| And what life you have left in a bottle | |
| You start drinking your way across the border for help | |
| Praying for an easy way through | |
| Somebody please help me | |
| Break the chains of the city free | |
| but | |
| Nobody hears you, nobody sees you, nobody ever breaks free | |
| from the | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad | |
| Bad city, bad bad city, fat city bad |