Where Is The D.A.R. When You Really Need Them

Well I was raised on a little farm

Off a dirt road on RD#3

And once a week we'd go to town

Just to see what there was there that was going down

Then behind the barn watching trains go by

Until the day I jumped up caught one on the fly

Goodbye farm life

This tow headed kid is city bound

I came to town through yellow factory smog

Slowly choking from the smoke

Honking cars caused me to curse the skies

As I picked those busted fender cinders from my eyes

And twelve people knocked me off my feet

And sent me helter-skelter through a garbage heap

Then the street sweeper swept me up

And dumped me on the road to the farm

By the time I could walk back home

Someone had paved that road

And cleared the land for a hamburg stand

And down the street they'd built a neat trailer camp

A drive-in show, a home for mink

A gu-gu golf course, and a roller rink

Now they left me no choice but to go and dig a hole in the sand

So here I am on the edge of land

Looking towards the scummy sea

The sky is filled with airplanes

And power boats and yachts are coming dead at me

In tractor trucks, campers, cars and buses

People everywhere are caught in traffic rushes

Running from the farm

To the town to a hole in the ground

Well I guess we finally done it

We've gone and made a society

That has just too much of everything

But remember, use your liver