Ive been pushed around this dirty old town
I had to move so many times it makes my head spin round
Just what it is that keeps me here
Is hard to say, the answers not real clear
I guess it casts a spell thats hard to break
Like Decembers ice on a mountain lake
I tried to get out but I dont have the heart
To leave all my friends and make a new start.
Theres a fly buzzin around my 8x12 home
Where I can spend the afternoon all alone
I dont need much dont you know
I dont need a TV or a VCR or a touch tone telephone
All you people you try to sell the land
You dont see the problem, you dont seem to understand
All youre doin is makin one big mess
Cause bigger isnt better and money isnt happiness...
