I had a friend. Lived in a cave. No one knew he was there;
A mattress, a fire, a gas lamp, four buckets, and dredlocks in his hair
Way way off, way off in the bush, miles and miles and miles on his motor bike
Wastin' his days watching the birds and doin' whatever he liked
The life of a Hermit, a wild man in a cave
No one there to judge you, tellin' you how to behave. Behave behave behave
He had to watch out for the Rangers. They'd seen him riding in and riding out
He covered his tracks, hid what he could, left nothing lying about
I never heard whatever happened to my friend in his cave in the hill
Maybe he's livin' in the city now, or maybe he's out there still
Way way off, way off in the bush, miles and miles and miles on his motor bike
Wastin' his days watching the birds and doin' whatever he liked
The life of a Hermit, a wild man in a cave