 I'm uninstalled tiddin' in the morning, noon, and night, and I say I'll uptight you, know an air-rappage, I'll be better off milkin' a stone, and I say I'll flame that claim you're so carelessly hot in the skies, you're so de-li-ho My friend, I promise you that I will stick around You may fall down, down to the dirty cold ground, as long as I hear that same old sound Fall down, down to the dirty cold ground, as long as I hear that same old sound Fall down, down to the dirty cold ground, as long as I hear that same old sound Now you say, you say, you say, you say, you say, you say, you say what? Say, you say, I will run da-da-da-da-dee-da-da to the end of the dead lie day