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 'til

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 'til I die