I live in a place where the nuts hunt the squirrels
In a place where the nuts hunt the squirrels, ha-ha
It's a beautiful spot where I don't think a lot
And mostly, I don't think of girls like you, hoo-ha
I don't think of girls like you

When I think of the traffic and horns
And lights that flash and signs that blink
And say "don't walk" and subways that roar
And brakes that screech
And noisy men drilling holes in the streets

I'm mad for this place where the nuts hunt the squirrels
Where the people all smile while they play, ha-ha
And I spend all my time skipping rocks at the ducks
And I don't think of girls like you, hoo-ha
I don't think of girls like you

You drove me to this and you know that you did
To the place where the nuts hunt the squirrels, ha-ha
But I couldn't care less 'cause my life was a mess
So who needs the human race? Ha-ha
I don't need the human race

I don't have any use for girls like you
Who tell me what I should say and do
And how I should cut my hair
And shave my shoes and shine my face
And live like a nut in the human race
So I'm mad for this place where the nuts hunt the squirrels
And it's here I shall always remain, ha-ha
It's here I shall always remain
But there's just one complaint I've had so far
They're trying to drive me sane, hee-hee
They're trying to drive me sane, ho-ho
They're trying to drive me sane, ha-ha
They're trying to drive me sane, hee-hee
They're trying to drive me sane, ho-ho
They're trying to drive me sane, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
They're trying to drive me sane, hee-hee
They're trying to drive me sane