words and music by

john greene


Local yokels, tiny minds,

Dragging me out of my dreams

Mr and Mrs Beefcake Cowboy

Out for a Saturday night


Plastic toys for little boys

Three squares and somewhere to sleep

Some jazz groceries and some late night dipping

But don't you dare to dive too deep


Small town boyz you haven't learnt a thing

Thank god my competitive streak

Is wider than yours you small town bores

You're prisoners in paradise


You can't even see the cage for the bars

You're prisoners in paradise