What's the Who cares? running everywhere, Running like decapitated in the rain. Never mind the poultry, I'd stay at home I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy No one thinks I'm funny, Not the way that she She is more than fiction, definition. Why don't we go take a drive and why we take your car? Mine is nearly out of gas and broken down. Lighter flame and Bordeaux And incense in the air Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling mind your diet, I'd rather stuff our Making funny faces on the We run, we run, we run And we're happy of this place The are half the fun 'Cause anarchy stays in its Huddled in the pilot's our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome. We check the and turn the motor 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 don't know one) A pair of little feet come Creeping like a monkey a creepy little face And I spank that monkey, spank that monkey, that monkey if it gets out of line. And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey, And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine. We run, we run, we run And we're inside of this place. The walls are the fun 'Cause stays in its space. Allow me to extend to you a invitation to Watch the wrinkles form upon my as I grow old. Christmastime and Halloween and all the that lie between in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold.