That I love to do Then you can take it and spin it, and fit it to you I don't know what you gonna be But I hope you smile when you think of me 'Cause I helped make you But I didn't never try to make you pick it up And you might learn a couple pretty cool

'Cause you are my lady and I'm your man Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can We're heading for something somewhere I've never been Sometimes I am frightened but I'm ready to learn 'Bout the power of love The whispers in the morning of lovers

You can be the prey in your masquerade Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out But I'm getting out, I'm getting out Against insight I fed your source of revenue But now, it means

I like the peace In the backseat I don't have to drive I don't have to speak I can watch the countryside In the night I've been learning to drive My whole life

Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide But every day can be a magic carpet ride A little bit of courage is all we lack So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back I think I'm goin' back To the things I learned so well in my youth I think I'm

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

I like the peace In the backseat I don't have to drive I don't have to speak I can watch the countryside In the night I've been learning to drive My whole life

Ooh-bi-doo, I wan'na be like you I wanna walk like you, talk like you, too You see it's true, an ape like me Can learn to be ooh hoo ooh man too ooh ooh Now I'm the king of the swingers, the jungle V.I.P I reached the top and had to stop And that's

He was a giant When I was just a kid I was always trying To do everything he did I can still remember every lesson he taught me Growing up learning how to be like my old man He was a lion We were our father's pride

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