I’m a go down to the corner of beach and

Dance in the street to the barnacle beat

I’ll stand in the traffic and whale and I’ll dance

And smile as the plastics trip as they glance

Maybe they won’t find me crazy

The first ones to come are always the young

They’ll drop a baby at the sight of the sun

The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies

Till the oldies come down and get what they’ve been wanting

Bring what you choose your roots and dancing shows your kazoos and kangaroos

We’ve got nothing to loose

Sing your own tune or just sing along

Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong

Rip em off the ground

Show em our sound

Show em how to drown

I’m a go down to the carnival street

Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet

I’m a go down to the merry go round