Gotta raise some kin
Gotta buy the farm
Gotta spread some love
Gotta do no harm
Gotta eat more fruit
Ride a bike, and run
Gotta smoke no more
Drum, and do less sums
Gotta learn some Yoda yoga
Cross some legs, and meditate
Just, don’t show brain, in a toga
Don’t calculate, just contemplate
Gotta broaden those horizons
And see, what’s still yet to come
Gotta force all work and study
Into play, until it’s fun
Until… you’re happy
And you know it
Flap your glands
No, clap your hands
Waive commands
And love your fans
Until you’re happy
You don’t even ‘know’ it
So make a stand!
No, flap ya glands
Give a damn
And change your plans
If life’s crappy, and you blow it
And you have a seed…. still sow it
And if you’re happy just to throw it
Join our band