Hush little mammy don't you cry
 I've got to see what it's like on the world outside
 Got to get out of this life somehow
 Got to be free, got to be free now

 I don't want to be a [bad word] of highways
 sweeper of sidewalks, I've got to do it my way
 I'm too ill-equipped for a mathematician
 shrewd politician, a maker of decisions

 We're not the greatest when when we're separated
 But when we're together I think we're going to make it
 I don't want to be like a fascist dictator
 saint or a sinner, I want to be a winner