i walked from new york

and back from l.a.

i lived on a mountain

and once by the bay

i bought an apartment

and slept in the hay

but there's no place that's softer than

(your arms)



living today

is just getting so bad

there's a look on your face

and it says"you've been had!"

you can take all my money

but don't make me mad

cause there's nobody meaner than

(me)



i prayed to buddha,

to allah,

and jim.

i turned to jesus

and stayed there with him

i fell in deep

but i learned how to swim

now there's no one who's cleaner

than me or than him