You never grow out of mischief making. You never grow out of taking. You never grow out of complicating. When simple things are waiting. . But I'm growing into you.
When aid turned sideways. And head on down the highway. Say, "This is my way". Disappearing forever. . But there ain't just one way. So you choose the fun way.
There's a little old man, who can get his hands. On a brand new silver planet. Walks the walk, and he talks the talk. If I had the world he could have it.
I gotta get on. I gotta get on out. All these worried troubled thoughts. Gotta get on out of my head. Gotta get on out of my head. . Will I be on the streets tomorrow.