Now I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn to send a little money home from here to the moon is risin' like a discotheque and now my bags are down and packed for traveling Lookin' at happiness keepin' my flavor fresh nobody knows I guess how far I'll go, I know so I'm leavin' at Six O' Clock meet in a parkin' lot Harriet Hendershot sungla**es on, she waits by this Gla** and concrete and stone It is just a house, not a home. Skin, that covers me from head to toe except a couple tiny holes and openings
Where, the city's blowin' in and out this is what it's all about, delightfully Everything's possible when you're an animal not inconceivable How things can change, I know So I'm puttin' on aftershave nothin' is out of place gonna be on my way Try to pretend, it's not only Gla** and concrete and stone That it's just, not a home. And its gla** and concrete and stone It is just a house, not a home And my head is fifty feet high Let my body and soul be my guide