Biscuit city

I'd like to be in Biscuit City with my banjo in my hand.
I don't need no long vacation in some foreign land
cause the sound of my own breathing has been turning to a sigh.
I wish that I could make the time to be in Biscuit City by and by.

Oh, the water is of emerald and the beach is white as snow.
And everyone's got money and no place to go.
In a land of milk and honey, it can really make you smile
and if I had a ticket, I would stay in Biscuit City for a while.

All the girls are in bikinis, all the boys are in the buff
with the baby in between and that makes three of us.
And the streets are all so quiet and the walls are squeaky clean,
I think you ain't been nowhere till the town of Biscuit City you have seen.

I'd rather be in Biscuit City with my banjo in my hand
than take a big vacation in some foreign land.
Cause the sound of my own breathing has been turning to a sigh,
if it were not for misfortune, I would be in Biscuit City by and by.
If it were not for misfortune, I would stay in Biscuit City till I die.