Give me three-lane highway with stopover facilities
Transcontinental with a turbo shift
Mobile handset and a toll-free air card
Little plastic money if you get my drift
Coach station cartels, and girls that spend their money
Bending plastic cards, boy, they were born to shop
Sales that never end, the restless ever movement
The high street gossip and the six foot cop

City life - full of restless hearts
City life - where the pressure starts

Give me back street bars and run-down cars
All those brief encounters and the TV stars
Girls in black laces with suntanned faces
Legs that promise everything with looks to kill
Guys in leathers and some of them in feathers
Some you can't just tell if it's a guy or a girl
On sweet routines, heavy dudes in tight jeans
Shark infested subways and a million dreams

City life...

Back tax maybes and other people's babies
The place is full of clean air anywhere but here
All the fun and the young on the run
With in-flight magazines on how to do it
Streaming the news with the views on the blues
On the city life issues, all the down and outs
I'm on my way today, you've got it
Don't start without me, read them and weep
(Give me room...give me room)