Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

It's fun to stay at the YMCA They have everything for you men to enjoy You can do what about you feel You can hang out with all the boys Young man, there's no need to feel down I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground I said, young man, 'cause

Hey brother, where you bound? There's a red cloud hanging over us And it's so big and it's gonna burst All you people with your heads in the ground And they're no good and they're everywhere Try to tell you, but you just don't care Try to hear you but

Ruth, send in the next patient Dodio-doe, there'll be no nose job Said dodio-doe, no nose job (smarter than that) People say, yo Humpty now that your records is sellin

Try to keep up around Try to keep up in a road Try to make it better, better together I'm gonna need it I'm gonna use it Every day, every time There's a street and here we are We the people make the world, look how it's going down So we walked into our

All around the world people want to be loved All around the world, they’re no different than us All around the world Baby what you doing? Where you at, where you at? Why you working so shy? Holdin' back, holdin' back We're not the only ones doing it like

'Cause you make me feel gorgeous You're so gorgeous Oh, so gorgeous I might be better off without you There's too many people all around you All these vultures that surround you They don't know a thing about you Nobody understands you You ain't nothing

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'