What's the matter Who cares

People running everywhere

Running like decapitated chickens in the rain

Never mind the poultry I'd rather stay at home

I hope that my old lady's feeling like a lazy Jane

No one really thinks I'm funny

Not the way that she does

She is stranger more than fiction

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Why don't we go take a drive

And why don't we take your car

Mine is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down

Lighter flame and cheap Bordeaux

And incense wafting in the air

Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain

Never mind your diet

I'd rather stuff our guts

Making funny faces on the windowpane

We run we run we run

And we're happy inside of this place

The walls are half the fun

'Cause anarchy stays in it's space

Huddled in the pilot's seat our tanks

Are filled with Thimbledrome

We check the dash and turn the motor on

Never mind the man in orange;

We know our own way home

We crush him flat and shoot into the sky

There's a baby on it's way because

Of what we do so much

Shooting like a comet from the other end of space

Someday I don't know which one)

A pair of little feet will come

Creeping like a monkey with a creepy little face

And I will spank that monkey spank that monkey

Spank that monkey if it gets out of line

And I will spank that monkey spank that monkey

And he'll thank me someday when I'm seventy-nine

We run we run we run

And we're happy inside of this place

The walls are half the fun

'Cause anarchy stays in it's space

Allow me to extend to you a special invitation to

Watch the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old

Christmastime and Halloween

And all the days that lie between

Hand in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold

We run we run we run

And we're happy inside of this place

The walls are half the fun

'Cause anarchy stays in it's space

We run we run we run

And we're happy inside of this place

The walls are half the fun

'Cause anarchy stays in it's space

Anarchy stays in it's space