All my friends play D.D.R.

But I sing about my P.P.R.



Na Na Na . . .



Got to tell my friends

Im getting out of this town

Got to pack my bags

And bring my wagon around



* Moving out

To the mountains skies and trees

Moving out

Where nobody wants to beat anyone

And nobodys bugging me (P.P.R!)



Na Na Na . . .



See the open sky

With no electrical wire

Makes you want to cry

With freedom, hope and desire



Repeat *



** I wanna be where the creatures are free

Pastel paradise rapture in fantasy

Grab what you can

And well head for the wild country



Na Na Na . . .



Repeat *



Repeat **



Na Na Na . . .