Albert, he goes West
He crosses the vast indifferent deserts
Of Arizona
He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch
That involved a bottle
Of ammonia

Henry, he went South and lost his way
Deep in the weeping forests
Of le [bad word] 
He grew so wan, he grew so sick
He ended up in a bungalow
Sucking a revolver

The light upon your rainy streets
Offers many reflections
I won�t be held responsible
For my actions

Bobby, he goes North
Then he goes East
Then over to New Hampshire 
Bobby is a cautious man
He walked into a Concord dive
To drink a beer

Do you wanna dance?
Yeah, do you wanna move?
Yeah, do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna groove?

This world is full of
Endless abstractions
I won�t be held responsible
For my actions

Me, I ain�t going anywhere
Just sit and watch the [bad word] up
I like it here!
I watch the people go ticking past
I go hey hey hey, you know, I gotta say
I like it here!

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