I ve been pushed around this dirty old town
I had to move so many times it makes my head spin round
Just what it is that keeps me here
Is hard to say, the answer s not real clear
I guess it casts a spell that s hard to break
Like December s ice on a mountain lake
I tried to get out but I don t have the heart
To leave all my friends and make a new start.
There s a fly buzzin around my 8x12 home
Where I can spend the afternoon all alone
I don t need much don t you know
I don t need a TV or a VCR or a touch tone telephone
All you people you try to sell the land
You don t see the problem, you don t seem to understand
All you re doin is makin one big mess
Cause bigger isn t better and money isn t happiness...