Simon Jacobs

Lyrics

This is my city; can you feel the beat?
It doesn’t look pretty; it doesn’t smell sweet
The girls and the boys - they’ve been dancing all night
The rush hour noise and the aeroplane flight

But this is the place that I live and this is my street
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat

I’ve watched you grow taller – your waistline expand
I can’t say I know you no more like the back of my hand
Strange glass buildings – they’re kissing the sky
And everything changes in the blink of an eye

The black cab drivers say they can’t compete
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat

Go at dawn to the top of Primrose Hill
And look at the city, shimmering and still
Soon it is waking and getting to its feet
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat

We could be famous and no one would care
A posse of drag queens and no one would stare
Totally outrageous – as much as you dare
We’ve all seen it before; we’ve all been there

So cut all the attitude and just keep it sweet
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat

The city at night – you’ve gotta stand tall
It’s all in the way that you walk – like you own it all
The dealers and gangsters – they won’t bother you
They’ve got their own battles to fight, their own shit to do

So baby, do what you like but keep it discreet
Get out of the kitchen and get back to the street
Get out of the kitchen if you can’t stand the heat
Get out, get out from under my feet
Get out, get out if you can’t stand the heat