On a wheeled cart called a gurney
He was lookin' at his free wife
Saw ants 'stead of shirts and socks I think.
They had planned with pills and slings,
And first thing he met was a high and a buzz
Could not fly for the crowds.
His health was nought and with sound asked why
But there's ne're a fool around.

Oh, his mind is inert is that louse with no brain.
It felt good for me out of those reins.
He's not alert; he can't remember his name.
'Cause I ain't there for to give you acclaim.
La la la...
La la la...

After two days without inert bum.
My grin it became widespread.
After three days; began to have fun.
I was lookin' for my skin to shed.
With a lorry I found that sliver of road.
Made me sad that it had been dead.

Oh, his mind is inert is that louse with no brain.
It felt good for me out of those reins.
He's not alert; he can't remember his name.
'Cause I ain't there for to give you acclaim.
La la la...
La la la...

After this phase may be a course with glee
If I assert 'nuff to be free.
I find chants and words and frocks and things.
I find bands and hills; life brings
That notion's not inert it has it's life so profound
And reflects replies I write of.
Within these ditties lies a heart that I've found
But some humans will give no love.

Oh, his mind is inert is that louse with no brain.
It felt good for me out of those reins.
He's not alert; he can't remember his name.
'Cause I ain't there for to give you acclaim.
La la la...
La la la...