Do do do, do do do      Ohhhh, the old man gathers up his suitcase,   and heads for the sun,   Me, I'm looking for some bona fide treasure   And its dumb, dumb, dumb......      I'm telling you there's a palace for all the old souls   Build myself a motor out of matchsticks for the run, run, run, run, run   Run rabbit run      Give me 2 good reasons why you don't want me to come   I'm dying!   Can you help my ghost?      You're the cream of the crop   The cheese on the top of my toast      Do do do, do do do.......      Roll up, roll up,   There's some kind of news   You won't find me   My lords and ladies   I'm not amused   I'm not amused      People come out laughing   Raise a glass to the land   Try to buy some cover here   I just want to lend a helping hand   Gimme, gimme, gimme that gun      I'll give you 2 good reasons why I don't want you to come   I'm dying   What will I become,      I'm the king of the park, with the queen on my back and it's fun   Follow me, follow me into the sun      And give me two good reasons why you never wanted to come   I'm dying   Go get my gun      I'm the king of the park, with the queen on my back and it's fun   Do do do, do do do