I've been a-lookin' for a pie in the sky 'Cause everybody else is goofin' off Don't know the reason, no I wonder why I hear 'em sputter and cough Thought that they could tell about the way I was walkin' And the fact that I come a-stumblin' in I've been livin' in a free-house baby You know it's sweeter than sin And all the people in that old backwater Are just a lookin' for a flash in the pan They'd sell their mothers and they'd sell their daughters To the p-p-p-p-pusherman Thought that they could tell because I kept on talkin' And I would just a-stagger around I've been livin' in an outhouse baby Well, it's just a hole in the ground Don't tell anybody Don't tell a lie I'm floating down the Irrawaddy Starin' at, starin' at… Chorus I'm starin' at the sky Starin' at the sun Sleepin' on a Saturday Can't get a thing done Lookin' out for happiness You catch as you can Thank God For The Pusherman! I couldn't take it just a-walkin' around This mean old city at night And everything was just a-getting' me down And I'm a-glowin' in the pale moonlight Thought that they could tell because I kept on moanin' And I'd be kept on climbin' the walls I've been livin' in a roundhouse baby And chasin' them waterfalls Don't tell my Mother She would die Don't tell my Brother 'Cause he'll be lookin' for a tear to cry… Chorus Don't tell the preacher He thinks that I'm the prodigal son Go tell Freddie Nietzsche 'Cause he would think that I was having some fun… Chorus