I am still living with your goat,
Dreaming of somewhere a little less remote,
I don't wanna hear the bell chime,
I don't wanna be like a mime,

With my big black boots and a neck brace,
I'll find somewhere else I can be a disgrace,
I'm tired of looking at wheat and rye,
I don't wanna walk five miles to the store,
I just wanna go somewhere without cheese,
Where every dame you meet isn't named Louise.

We can live beside a land dump,
Tell this farm goodbye,
Go visit a Starbucks,
Then pollute the sky.

I am still dreaming of that place,
Getting served a burger by some guy named Jose,
Where the telephone booth is covered in slime,
Where you can walk outside and buy a whore.

You'll walk right out and right a way,
You'll see some guy you know is gay,
It'll only be hot in July,
Then you could go out and buy a whore,

I don't wanna jar bottles of brine,
I just wanna live in a crime zone,

We can live beside a land dump,
Tell this farm goodbye,
Go visit a Starbucks,
Then pollute the sky.