City Freak

My old lady is a city freak
You would laugh at the colors of her hair
And when she walks
It’s only a couple of blocks
And if it’s further she’ll pay a fare
My old lady

My old lady is a city freak
She has gold where her fingers used to be
And she guards her life with a jewel encrusted
Rubber knife
And goes to market at goodwill industries
My old lady

Ooh
Listen to the sound of the city
All she does is hear
Pretty little woman
Baby if she calls
She’s found it now
Or she’s heard it all
Sure, she’s heard it all
She’s heard it all
I don’t know

My old lady is a city freak
My old lady
My, my, my
My, my, my