Ssydarthurr

You may travel very far in a psychedelic car
Mental mushrooms growing mold clog your life as it unfolds
Ssydarthurr! Ssydarthurr!

And deep inside a German book
A princely price to have a look
Your friends could never spell the name
But you came out just half insane
To wander dazed through muddled years
Awash in desperate, happy tears
You earned yourself the third degree
Who told you you're too old to spree?

Dripping from a garbage can, once you thought you saw a plan
You've still got dreams piled in heaps - not awake and not asleep
Ssydarthurr! Ssydarthurr!

And every place you try to go
Mad hucksters still put on a show
With squawking horns and shiny things
To tickle all the human beings
Who push and shove amid the glare
For love and sex and plastic ware
And push through clouds of wobbly goo
That screaming sound is probably you!