Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me. I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb.
I say hey, I'll be gone today. But I'll be back all around the way. It seems like everywhere I go
They made up their minds. And they started packing. They left before the sun came up that day. An exit to eternal summer slacking. But where were they going. Without ever knowing the way?