What's the matter? Who cares?
People running everywhere,
Running like decapitated chickens in the rain
Never mind the poultry, I'd rather stay at home
I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane
No one really thinks I'm funny,
Not the way that she does
She is stranger more than fiction,
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Why don't we go take a drive and why don't we take your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down
Lighter flame and cheap Bordeaux
And incense wafting in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain
Never mind your diet,
I'd rather stuff our guts
Making funny faces on the windowpane
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this place
The walls are half the fun
"?Cause anarchy stays in its space
Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome
We check the dash and turn the motor on
Never mind the man in orange;
We know our own way home
We crush him flat and shoot into the sky
There's a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet from the other end of space
Someday (I don't know which one)
A pair of little feet will come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy little face
And I will spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it gets out of line
And I will spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he'll thank me someday when I'm seventy-nine
We run, we run, we run
And we're happy inside of this place
The walls are half the fun
"?Cause anarchy stays in its space
Allow me to extend to you a special invitation to
Watch the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old
Christmastime and Halloween and all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold