I was trying to get along, Jack
When you went off on the wrong track
& we're a million miles apart now
With a dead horse before the cart, now
& when there's nothing left to say, dear
You gotta zip it up and play, dear

I got nothing on your brains, kid
But I guess you dropped the reins, kid
& if you're gonna waste my time child
You gotta do it on your dime, child
& when there's nothing left to say, dear
You gotta zip it up & play, dear

You wanna break it off, I wanna break it down
You gotta be a fool to be fooling around
"Fuck the whole human race, man"
Now you wanna be a space man
But you'll nevеr have a place therе 'cause you can't afford the space fare
& that ain't no way to be, dear
You better get back in your tree, dear