City Boy - Up In The Eighties Lyrics
Too hot but not too hot to careI'm sitting pretty by my FrigidaireAnd it's good to breathe the midnight airOne more mosquito bite before we get (before we get)To bedI'm on the payroll but I'm off the streetYou can't disturb a fool's realityWhen there's a place i n town where they don't evenserve you or meWe'd have to sit outside and drink all night to rescuethe economyUp in the Eighties, where it's hard to breatheUp in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you aloneToo close to Heaven to believe I'm here at allMust be the weatherI got no more use for the radioThe whole world ended just an hour agoAnd there's a lot of people waking up with egg in theireyesWe'll charge the refugees a grand apiece to camp out inour paradiseUp in the Eighties, where it's hard to breatheUp in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you aloneToo close to Heaven to believe I'm here at allMust be the weather(Up) in the Eighties, where it's harder to breathein the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you aloneclose to Heaven to believe I'm here at allIn the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)
