Clean as a whistle, smellin' like a rose.
Now that the smoke's gone and the air is all clear. Those who were right there, got a new kind of fear
Got nothing, got nothing but the will to survive. You can't control, and you can't deny me.
I was dreaming while I drove the long straight road ahead
Standing in line, marking time, waiting for the welfare dime, 'cause they can't buy a job.
Ridin' down the highway, goin' to a show. Stop in all the by-ways, playin' rock 'n' roll.
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty. So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
(Some people say I look like my dad)
Now it's about time, it's the right time, If you willed your mind, you willed your mind,