The Act movie

The Act movie - CITY LIGHTS lyrics

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The little old lady sat on the porch of the farm-house. <br>

The little old lady rocked back and forth and crocheted. <br>

"Oh, listen to the cricket, look at the rooster, smell the hay," I told her. <br>

"And see the pretty little egg that the hen just laid."<br>

The little old lady took off her glasses and squinted. <br>

And how she responded literally had me floored. <br>

She said: "I'm glad to meet someone who appreciates <br>

the beauty that nature initiates. <br>

It's sweet to hear, but me, my dear, I'm truly bored.<br>

I miss those city lights, those sparkling city lights, <br>

those twinkling city lights blurring my eyes. <br>

I love those city lights, the color of city sights <br>

that shine under city lights tinting the skies.<br>

New mown hay gives me hay fever. <br>

There's the rooster, where's my cleaver? <br>

So laid back, my mind might crack, <br>

and when the thresher's up my pressure's up.<br>

City lights, oh, I long for those city lights, <br>

the bulbs of those beaming brights beckoning me there. <br>

Be there. <br>

Take the crickets and go shove 'em, <br>

urban crises, how I love 'em! <br>

Grime and grit and pretty city lights.<br>

Walking lanes to pick a daisy, <br>

that could drive a person crazy. <br>

Home-made bread lies here like lead, <br>

and Polly's peach preserves-- <br>

oh, please, my nerves!<br>

City lights, how I long for those city lights, <br>

the bulbs of those beaming brights beckoning me there. <br>

Be there. <br>

Sties and stables sure are smelly, <br>

let me sniff some Kosher deli, <br>

brightly lit by pretty city lights.<br>

Pluck your lillies of the valley, <br>

let me sally up some alley <br>

dimly lit by pretty city lights. <br>

Country air means zilch to me, <br>

I won't breathe nothing I can't see. <br>

So let me quit and hit those pretty city lights. <br>

Hit them city lights! <br>

Love them city lights!<br>

Fairs and socials ain't no pluses, <br>

I saw more on cross-town buses <br>

brightly lit by pretty city lights. <br>

Hold that udder and churn that butter, <br>

me, I'd rather shoot some gutter <br>

dimly lit by pretty city lights.<br>

Slop those sows, go on and fill your pails, <br>

Honey, just let me plant my buns down in Bloomingdale's. <br>

Yes, let me quit and hit those pretty city lights. <br>

Love them city lights!<br>

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