I'm a go down to the corner of beach and Dance in the street to the barnacle beat I'll stand in the traffic and whale and i'll dance And smile as the plastics trip as they glance Maybe they won't find me crazy The first ones to come are always the young They'll drop a baby at the sight of the sun The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies Till the oldies come down and get what they've been wanting Bring what you choose your roots and dancing shows your kazoos and kangaroos We've got nothing to loose Sing your own tune or just sing along Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong Rip em off the ground Show em our sound Show em how to drown I'm a go down to the carnival street Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet I'm a go down to the merry go round
