Rye whiskey, rye whiskey . . .
I walked down to Kensington Market
Bought me a fish to fry
I went to the Silver Dollar
Looked a stranger in the eye
A friend of mine says
That he don't think this town's so out of sight
But he's got shades 'round his soul
And he thinks he's seen the light
Singin' don't you want to keep on moving
Don't you want to get undone
Don't you want to change from losing
Don't you want to have some fun
I went down to the Palm Grove
I was jumpin' around the room
I was wearing my sneakers down
And castin' away my gloom
This fat girl come up and grabbed me
She sat me on her knee
She said you wrote that Farmer's Song
And she spilled a drink on me
Singin' don't you want to keep on moving
Don't you want to get undone
Don't you want to change from losing
Don't you want to have some fun
I went down to the Henry Moore
Skated all in the Square
The moon above my shoulder
And the ice was in my hair
Alone but never lonely
That's how I like to be
If you want to have fun
Like a rock'n roll bum
Don't think the worst of me
Singin' don't you want to keep on moving
Don't you want to get undone
Don't you want to change from losing
Don't you want to have some fun
In a word, what was mom's favorite threat?
In the teeth of the storm
There are nuts and marshmellows in our way - lookout!!!!!!!
"Hello Mudder, Hello Fadda,
Here I am in,
Camp Granada.........."
