I’m goin’ to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
I’m goin’ to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got some crazy little women there and I’m gonna get me one
I’ll be standin’ on the corner, Twelfth Street and Vine
I’ll be standin’ on the corner, Twelfth Street and Vine
With a beat-up guitar and a pocket full of dimes
Yeah, the neon hums like a honeybee hive
Shufflin’ my blue suede shoes just to feel alive
So kick off your sorrow, baby, spin into the sun
Kansas City lights are burnin’ and the night’s still young