You're living in a small town
   The people there are cold
   Just living in a small town
   Just doing as you're told
   You move up to the jungle
   You find that it's a hell
   When you slip, you fall, you stumble
   They lock you in a cell
  
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, all your friends told you in your small town
   Hey you, you've got it made
  
   Just living in your home town
   Sometimes it's kinda cruel
   Living in your home town
   Where they treat you like a fool
   You move up to the city
   You find that it's tough
   And it doesn't seem very pretty
   Now you're sleeping in the rough
  
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you
   You've got it made
   Hey you
   You're heading for the big time
   Hey you, you've got it made
   You're headed for a life of crime
  
   Living in this jungle
   It's like living in a hell
   When you slip, you fall, you stumble
   They lock you in a cell
   You move out to the country
   For something you have done
   You're living in the country
   Why don't you go back to where you come from?
  
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
   Hey you, you've got it made
  
   Forget all these backslappers
   You don't stand a chance
   Why don't you go home?
   Go right back to where you come from
   Don't get involved in this masquerade
   This big city is going to eat you up
   All the backslapping
   Hey you, you've got it made