My friend said to me one summerday
the country's no good it stands in the way

So the both of us picked ourselves up and to the city we went
into the dark part the cheap part and there we did rent

There were no trees on the streets no grass on the lanes
only boarded up shops tar and concrete and broken glass panes

Two white shivering country girls in the back part of town
they looked us over up and down

Two long days we stayed in the city even wandered to a park
My friend said to me the city's no good it's foul smelling and dark

So now we are back in the country and know what it means
fresh air and grass and trees and just bees that sting