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
But, if you’re happy just to throw it
Join our band
[Wee widdely wee wee, poo-tee weet]
“Oh… cryptic elliptic
Eternal corkscrew
Wheels within wheels
On a tomb with a view
Centre of the city
To the edge of a town
Middle of nowhere
Then six feet down”
Lost in the scroll
So safe in a hole
Yes, no, or maybe
They’ll never get me