All my friends play D. D. Are.
But I sing about my P. P. Are.
Na Na Na. ..
Got to tell my friends
I'm 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. Are!)
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. ..