To the tune of Starship’s “We Built This City,” though it’s no longer entirely fair to characterize Sandy Springs as exclusively white-bread:

Say you don’t know us, just take 400 north
Say we’re glad to have you here — depends on what you’re worth
Knee-deep in the turtles, plunk signs on our lawns
Lining up on Mount Vernon, going going gone

Someone’s always calling Fulton County names
Who cares, now that we’re playing incorporation games
We’ll just do our own thing, take our ball and stay here
They call us mean suburbanites — watch Milton next year!

Robb Pitts cannot play hardball
Listen to the Neal Boortz show
Don’t you remember
We’ll vote this city
We’ll vote this city to keep our dough