Well I was raised on a little farm Off a dirt road on RD#3 And once a week we'd go to town Just to see what there was there that was going down Then behind the barn watching trains go by Until the day I jumped up caught one on the fly Goodbye farm life This tow headed kid is city bound I came to town through yellow factory smog Slowly choking from the smoke Honking cars caused me to curse the skies As I picked those busted fender cinders from my eyes And twelve people knocked me off my feet And sent me helter-skelter through a garbage heap Then the street sweeper swept me up And dumped me on the road to the farm By the time I could walk back home Someone had paved that road
And cleared the land for a hamburg stand And down the street they'd built a neat trailer camp A drive-in show, a home for mink A gu-gu golf course, and a roller rink Now they left me no choice but to go and dig a hole in the sand So here I am on the edge of land Looking towards the scummy sea The sky is filled with airplanes And power boats and yachts are coming dead at me In tractor trucks, campers, cars and buses People everywhere are caught in traffic rushes Running from the farm To the town to a hole in the ground Well I guess we finally done it We've gone and made a society That has just too much of everything But remember, use your liver