You can jog your way to freedom It's not going to come fast If it even comes at all You can bet that it won't last So you call my way on monday Just to make sure I'm alright I think everything is fine Until I have to hear that voice of yours
And I thumbed my way to philly 'cause I figured, what the hell I was half bored and half dead Living home was going well And I do not have to tell you It was not a pleasant ride But you know that if I had the chance I would take it again twice
And you can dance your way to romance But it will not get you far And I met some awful dancers Who had awfully fancy cars They said that if you have a car Then you will always have a date And by then I had a bicycle And that worked just as great
'cause you can ride your way to health But if your insides don't agree Then you may as well be eating chips And watching bad tv And you know if that's the case And you are feeling kind of rough Then come over to my house And we can beat each other up and stuff
And after we will ride But it will be more of a race And I will not let you win So you will punch me in the face
And I will lie my way to heaven If it gets me through the doors
Compositor: Mallory Blum (Mal Blum) ECAD: Obra #29411483