Lyrics
You know I'm going to Kansas City
Kansas City, here I come
Kansas City, yes, in Kansas City, here I come
You know they got some funky smelling women
And I'ma go get me one
You'll find me standing on a corner
Hey up 12th Street and Vine
I'm not gonna, yeah, up 12th Street and Vine
With a little Kansas City hippie and a bottle of cheap right gut Kansas City wine
I know I might take a train and I might catch a plane if I have to walk, thumb
Crawl or hitch, I swear I'll get there just the same
Kansas City
Kansas City, here I come
Oh, yeah, they got some funky smelling women and your boy wants to get him one
You know (you know) the men there don't like me, because I like to speak my mind
Kansas City men don't like me, because I have to speak my mind
Yeah, but there's one or two women there wild about me
Because I know how to take my time
You know my daddy was no job there, I was his home man don't drive
I was no job there, but he told me how to drive
He said you gotta slide down slow in the middle, rock side to side
And I'll take a train, I might catch a plane if I have to do a goddamn boogaloo
I swear I'll get there just the same
Kansas City
Kansas City, here I come
But they got some funky smelling women though
And your boy wants to get him one