Paris

We like the quiet life, we like the country life, We like every single life but a city life, Because it's too much for us to take a hold, oh. Look at those busy bees, with the black berets, Lookin' fly and stylish, Well, you wanna know somethin' mate - fuck you! Oh! Everybody looks so cold, so I'm pretty much good to go, And it's down in the city, down in the city, Comin' in to go, everybody l-l-looks so cold, And it's down in the city, down in the city! Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-ooh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-oh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-ooh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-oh. We like the lonely life, we like the horny life, We like every single life but a city life, Because it's too much for us to take control, oh. Look at the Champs-Elysees, The Eiffel Tower straight behind me, And I don't know what the hell to fuckin' do, oh! Everybody looks so cold, so I'm pretty much good to go, And it's down in the city, down in the city, Comin' in to go, everybody l-l-looks so cold, And it's down in the city, down in the city! Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-ooh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-oh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-ooh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-oh. Down in the city, down in the city (echoes) Down in the city (echoes), down in the city! Down in the city, down in the city, Down in the city, down in the city! Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-ooh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-oh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-ooh, Paris, wakin' up in Paris, oh-oh.