.Well we're all packed up and we're Iroquois bound,
Tuning our ears for the F. M. Sound.
We got a million problems, we're on our way,
44th, New York, you. S. A.
That big crazy city don't blink an eye,
Anytime we pass by.
It just keeps strechting up so high,
Like a roc.
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