You're living in a small town The people there are cold Just living in a small town Just doing as you're told You move up to the jungle You find that it's a hell When you slip, you fall, you stumble They lock you in a cell
Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, all your friends told you in your small town Hey you, you've got it made
Just living in your home town Sometimes it's kinda cruel Living in your home town Where they treat you like a fool You move up to the city You find that it's tough And it doesn't seem very pretty Now you're sleeping in the rough
Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made Hey you You've got it made Hey you You're heading for the big time Hey you, you've got it made You're headed for a life of crime
Living in this jungle It's like living in a hell When you slip, you fall, you stumble They lock you in a cell You move out to the country For something you have done You're living in the country Why don't you go back to where you come from?
Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made Hey you, you've got it made
Forget all these backslappers You don't stand a chance Why don't you go home? Go right back to where you come from Don't get involved in this masquerade This big city is going to eat you up All the backslapping Hey you, you've got it made
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