Lyrics

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)