City Slicker

Wow, man, oh man, it isn't news
What is news supposed to be?
Minor consumer items in band
And it's happening in our whole native land, as I would tell you
Since you cats in the country don't understand
It's Bob Blyton, he tell it to you (Hey)

I'm a member of the Consumers League
This I must say without no fatigue, as I would tell it to you
All you cats with whisky chest
Move back to white rum because it's the best by any test
Look who here, as I would tell it to you
Sweet Peter Cheetah, the pumpkin eater
The big girls' cheater, the bad boys' beater
The football kicker, the city slicker (Watch your step)

Oh baby, get in the groove and don't be rude
And get hip, as I would tell it to you, and move
And if you really got to wake the scene with my record machine
Oh really, if you're not keen, you got to be Nutella bean (Hey)

Yeah
Music, music, music, music, and you could never refuse it
As I would tell you
The music is my business, and recording is my game
And really got no one to blame, oh really, but my name (Hey)

Really on the scene
Oh baby, gonna wake the scene
Oh really, if you're not keen with my record machine
As I would tell you (Hey)
White rum Christmas, this is a must
White rum Christmas, this is a must
Oh baby, coming down from near and far
And keep us dancing like a movie star
And don't you go very far, as I would tell it to you
Oh baby, come on, move and groove, and do your thing, I beg you (Hey)