(At the west coast junkie
An east coast monkey
Got an elephant dick under my arm)

You pack your bags
And you move to the city
There's somethin' missin' here at home
You fix your hair
And you look real pretty
It's time to gettin out on your own

You're always fightin'
With your mama and your papa
Your family life is one big pain
When you're gonna, gonna move to the city?
To the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move
Look out
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Child you gotta move

You stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credit card
You're sixteen and you can't get a job
You're not goin' very far

You're always fightin'
With the teachers and the police
Your social life is too insane
When you're gonna, gonna move to the city?
To the city where it all began

You gotta move, you gotta move, oh yeah, yeah
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Child you gotta move

To the city with the real nitty gritty
Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
Oh, yeah yeah
I said yeah

You're on the streets
And it ain't so pretty
At least you get to do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees

'Cause you're always fightin'
With the local and the junkies
This city life is one big pain
When you're gonna, gonna move to the city?
To the city where it all began

You had to move, you had to move, oh yeah, yeah
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Honey you had to move

Into the city with the real nitty gritty
Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me!