Pushed around this dirty old town

Had to move so many times it makes my head spin round

What it is that keeps me here

Is hard to say the answer's not real clear

I guess it casts a spell that's hard to break

Like december's ice on a mountain lake

I've tried to get out but I don't have the heart

To keep all my friends and make a new start

There's a fly buzzin' around my eight by twelve home

Where I can spend the afternoon all alone

Don't need much don't you know

I don't need a tv or a vcr or a touch tone telephone

All you people who try to sell the land

You don't see the problem you don't seem to understand

All you're doing is making one big mess

'Cause bigger isn't better and money isn't happiness

Pushed around this dirty old town

Had to move so many times it makes my head spin round

What it is that keeps me here

Is hard to say the answer's not real clear

I guess it casts a spell that's hard to break

Like december's ice on a mountain lake

I've tried to get out but I don't have the heart

To keep all my friends and make a new start