Texty:
Camper Van Beethoven Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart

Walk, oh walk away Put my head down on the table, rub two coins together in my pocket For good luck ''cause how far can you walk and not grow restless

And life is grand And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor With those of you who have appointed yourselves To expect us to say something

Never gonna go back to the rat Play another mafia show again For a man who's had more feet kicked in his face than I can begin to count And if you see

me know Well I'll be waiting right here Come and whisper in my ear what it is I want to know One of these days, gonna get into it way on over our heads

city Don't be sad, my beloved tania They say your father never liked stephen weed anyway Hired a detective To follow him around Oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart

Come down from your tree house condominium And start driving around that station wagon With the wood on the side Take off that jumpsuit, you look like