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