All my friends play D.
But I sing about my P.
Na Na Na . . .
Got to tell my friends
Im getting out of this town
Got to pack my bags
And bring my wagon around* Moving out To the mountains skies and trees Moving out Where nobody wants to beat anyone And nobodys bugging me (P.
R!)Na Na Na . . . See the open sky
With no electrical wire
Makes you want to cry
With freedom, hope and desire
Repeat *** I wanna be where the creatures are free Pastel paradise rapture in fantasy Grab what you can And well head for the wild country
Na Na Na . . . Repeat *Repeat **Na Na Na . . .

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