going out for another day,
the working class is on it's way
but I don't care
if they want me to go to work
she's building up her self-esteem
the eight till five - but not for me
and he's still mad
that he's working for my world
I don't wanna be the rest of a modest world's fantasy
I'm gonna make the sound
of all the boys and girls who like to walk around
I see them as they come and go
they shake their heads as if I don't know
but I stay young
and their minds are getting old
they're in all week to please a man
who they don't know, who won't be friends
and when week ends, they're all back in their homes
I just don't wanna know
what my life will be about when I'm 64
no I'm gonna walk around
as long as I need the time figure out
(I'm gonna shout)