The news is out, I'm splitting the scene I'm going where the streets are mean These Cuban heels, yeah, they're longing to stray I've got to get out of this town right away I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep To find the king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues they're melting away I wanna take it, break, and make it, I'm playing for keeps This bogus town, yeah, it's got me uptight I gotta leave here babe, I gotta go tonight Now makes my bed in another zone Feels good for nothing, blues won't belong I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep To find the king of the hill, top of the heap I'll split this town, I'm gonna make a scene I've got it out where the grass is green These Cuban heels are kicking loose Your man is working hard, he's worth the heat