What's the Who cares? running everywhere, Running decapitated chickens in the rain. Never mind the poultry, I'd stay at home I hope that my old lady's feeling like a Jane 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 wafting in the air Steal a kiss and listen to the of falling rain Never mind diet, I'd rather stuff our funny faces on the windowpane We run, we run, we run And we're happy inside of this The are half the fun 'Cause anarchy in its space in the pilot's seat 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 crush him flat and into the sky. a baby on its way because of what we do so much, Shooting a comet from the other end of space. Someday (I don't which one) A pair of little feet come Creeping like a monkey with a creepy little And I will spank that monkey, spank monkey, Spank monkey if it gets out of line. And I will spank monkey, spank that monkey, And he'll thank me someday I'm seventy-nine. We run, we run, we run And we're happy of this place. The are half the fun anarchy stays in its space. Allow me to to you a special invitation to Watch the wrinkles form my face as I grow old. Christmastime and and all the days that lie between Hand in hand we'll watch as all the unfold.