There's a bright golden haze on the billboard,
There's a bright golden haze on the billboard.
The smog is as high as an elephants eye,
And, it looks like I35 is backed up clear to the sky!
Oh, what a metro-plex morning,
Oh, what a metro-plex day.
I got an uneasy feeling,
Nothing's been goin' our way.
All the furniture is standing in transit,
All the boxes are still on the truck.
We don't have a big screen, a stereo, a bed,
But the Wyatt is where we've been laying our heads.
Oh, what a metro-plex morning,
Oh, what a metro-plex day.
I got an uneasy feeling,
Nothing's been goin' our way.
All the sounds of the city are blaring,
All the tempers of folks they're a flaring.
The people so busy they drive their cars fast
And an old weepin Okie will come in dead last.
Oh, what a metro-plex morning,
Oh, what a metro-plex day.
I got a sad, sinkin' feeling,
We could be stuck in this state!
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