Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rollin' of the drums and the tramping of the feet. General salutes and the mothers wave and weep. Here comes the big parade.
Oh, look outside the window. There's a woman being grabbed. They've dragged her to the bushes. And now she's being stabbed. . Maybe we should call the cops.
I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket home. Where I can watch television, talk on the telephone. But every town I wander there's a billboard on a throne.
Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet. General salutes and mothers wave and weep. . Here comes the big parade.
Well, sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad. Thinkin' of the good times I have had. Thinkin' of the places I have been. Sometimes down, sometimes up, sometimes in.
Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street. Rollin' of the drums and the trampin' of the feet. General salutes and the mothers wave and weep. Here comes the big parade.