Let’s get up and walk around some Ain’t no tellin’ what we’ll find Might feel better once we’ve found some Don’t nobody gotta know. Ain’t nobody gonna mind
Nothin’ wrong with hangin’ ’round some Ain’t no crime in layin’ low But we’re definitely down some Now’s the time to get up, get ready to go
Let’s presume to exhume from the doom and the gloom Of this tomb of a room the perfume of the blooming of roses So that scent might prevent this relentless lament And present an extent of contentment well spent on our noses Look how bent both of those is Let’s get up and walk around some
Grime and grit. What a pit. Is this it? Pitch a fit. Can’t we quit and just split, pack our kit and go hit the oasis? Just we two – me and you – can pursue pastures new, Bid adieu to this zoo, thus eschewing a slew of old faces Overdue for new spaces Rendezvous where that place is Bring a few rhyming phrases Timbuktu or ten paces Can’t make do with this stasis Let’s get up and walk around some