I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
and I'm gonna use my mind
and who the hell are you
to tell me what to do
you can't even tie your
own fuckin' shoes
your closet is a mess
and your backyard's falling down
and I have no grand ideas
or intentions of sticking around
I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
and I'm gonna use my mind
I'm gonna build a world
independent and exempt
all alone I'll be an empire
with no mortgage and no rent
and I don't need to live
in your fucked up zoo
you can't even feed
the animals donated to you
your storage sheds are
ramshackled flies
decorate the walls
and you expect me to die
here in this shit filled
tiny stall
I'm going for a walk
<Interlude>
and I know you're watching
everything I do
call me threat to your children
call me socially unglued
call me master of insanity
unable to relate
call me lazy, bane, and filthy
call me monstrous reprobate
I'm going for a walk
and there's nothing you can do
'cuz I don't have to
live like you
so I'm going for a walk
going for a walk
going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
I'm going for a walk
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born