When I'm up I can't get down Can't get down, can't get level Get my feet back on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

If I'd never left, I'd never have known We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end Spending all our time trying to get back home again If I could go back home, if I could go back home I'm counting on a memory to get me out of here I'm waiting for

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na Why did you listen to that man, that man's a balloon Won't you come here and stay with me Why don't you come here and stay with me Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me John, you gotta get out and get back to me I'm getting

For united we stand. Divided we fall And if our backs should ever be against the wall We'll be together, Together, you and I There's no where in the world that I would rather be Then with you my love And there's nothing in the world that I would rather

You better hope you're not alone It will defeat you then teach you to get back up After it takes away all that You learn to love Higher than your heart Hope you're not alone Your shadow walks faster than you

Get back, get back Get back to where you once belonged Back to where you once belonged Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass Get back Jojo, go home Get back

Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I