As I awake from deep slumber
Been so long since I went under
Hot on the trail of happiness
It never crossed my mind to ask whose
Vacant smile have I been using
Trying to decide what I've been doing
Look around at all my playthings
Eighteen percent a year for nothing
Seems to me this is not my own dream
This was sold me while I was sleeping
Now perhaps I should kick and scream
Before the lemmings carry me out to sea
And I can remember
When I was much younger
I could find
My good time
Without trying
I was fine