Just look at your father And you’ll see how you took after him. Me, I’m just another Like my brothers Of my mother’s genes.
All they really want for you Are the things they didn’t do. All they ever wanted — a little clue. All they ever wanted — the truth. All they ever wanted — a little bit of you. All they ever wanted, But they never did get.
The whims that we’re weeping for Our parents would be beaten for. Leave the breast and then the nest And then regret you ever left.
All we’re really looking for Is another open door. All we ever look for — another womb. All we ever look for — is our own tomb. All we ever look for — ooh, la lune. All we ever look for — just a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score.
[...Krishna, Hare Krishna...] [bird sounds] [street sounds]
All we ever look for — a god. All we ever look for — ooh, a drug. All we ever look for — a great big hug. All we ever look for — just a little bit of you. All we ever look for — just a little bit of you, too. All we ever look for, But we never do score.