The Act movie - CITY LIGHTS lyrics
rate me<br>
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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