City Boy Up In The Eighties Lyrics

Up In The Eighties Lyrics

Too hot but not too hot to care 



I'm sitting pretty by my
Frigidaire 



And it's good to breathe the midnight air 



One more mosquito bite before we get (before we get) 



To bed





I'm on the payroll but I'm off the street 



You
can't disturb a fool's reality 



When there's a place i n town
where they don't even 



serve you or me 



We'd have to
sit outside and drink all night to rescue 



the economy





Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe 



Up in
the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone 



Too close to
Heaven to believe I'm here at all 



Must be the weather







I got no more use for the radio 



The whole world
ended just an hour ago 



And there's a lot of people waking up with
egg in their 



eyes 



We'll charge the refugees a grand
apiece to camp out in 



our paradise





Up in the
Eighties, where it's hard to breathe 



Up in the Eighties, and it's
harder to leave you alone 



Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here
at all 



Must be the weather





(Up) in the
Eighties, where it's harder to breathe 



in the Eighties, and it's
harder to leave you alone 



close to Heaven to believe I'm here at
all 



In the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)