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)