A-Train - The Flying Lizards

Like dead man’s shoes

They’ll wear no more

Vagrants wander

To where?

What for?

Like those who moan

Have yet to live

Some just take

Some just give

Like the weather

That won’t go away

If you got the choice

Then why stay?

Like the mindless creatures

Who work each day

While learned men think

Hypocrites pray

Like politicians with schedules to keep

Bums spend their days wondering where they’ll sleep

Like all great masters

Locked away in bins —

Makes me wonder why I condone these sins

Do de

De doodle do

Look at me

Look at me

What do you see

What do you see

I see a girl

I see a girl

A grown girl

A grown girl

A grown girl

A grown girl

A grown girl