Move Move Move

I am New York City born and bled
Sorta lived in the Bronx until I fled
I had too much bologna and not enough bread
I had to move move move before I woke up dead

Sometimes you got to move move move
To save your soul
Sometimes you got to move move move
To let the good times roll

Drove west on 80, dove in the Great Salt Lake
Found my deliverance there, give or take
That Latter Day town made me shake and bake
I had to move move move before they tied me to a stake

Motored down to Southern Cal looking for some gigs
I met some real straight shooters, I met some wigs
Took a lot of drives on the 405, sucked a lot of cigs
I had to move move move I couldn't take the digs

Wandered up 101 to the Great Northwest
Folks up there are further left than the rest
Met this real cute teacher, guess I passed her test
Oh she said don't you move move move, cause we got the best



Credits
Writer(s): Ed D'alessandro
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