There's a dance hall there
Where the sick folks go
Like the olden days
On the Barbary Coast
There's a barefoot child
Playing in the rain

You can sell your wares
Even if they're hard
In the great bazaar
Or the parking lot
'Cause it takes a while
To know who to blame

I might have a taste
'Cause the first one's free
And the checkout girls
Got a thing for me
And they're both as sweet
As the day is the long

I don't wanna feel stuck, baby
I just wanna get drunk before noon

I don't mind my head
When there's room to dream
Feel like Paul Gauguin
Painting breadfruit trees
In some far off place
Where I don't belong

Tried to lose myself
In the primitive
In Yosemite
Like John Muir did
But his eyes were blue
And mine are red and raw

'Cause the modern world
Is a sight to see
It's a stimulant
It's pornography
It takes all my will
Not to turn it off

I don't want you to feel sad, baby
I take everything back, I swear I do

'Cause once all the friends I had
Have used me up and left
I bet you hang around
I bet you'll hang around awhile