back beat

driving on a feeling

running down a prayer

the world is just too full of fools

and i'm here without hair

walking the streets

to the funky funky beat

nothings quite so chunky

as the peanut butter beneath your feet

walk these streets in daylight

walk these streets with care

you aren't a republican my boyO

the cops for you aren't there

can't take a joke

can't take a toke

what's wrong with this world

and does it have to do

with the goo I stuck inside my head

instead of eating poo

like all the rest of the sheep

like all the rest of the nation

we're all in a daze

we're all headed for hell

some just think that by yelling

the bus will somehow de-rail.