It's a bright, fine day, but we're buried here alive against the tide  Of our magazines and TV screens' electron spray  And I can't believe we ever came inside    Leave us alone! Why should we bother to be sittin' pretty?  Get out of the way! It's time, now everyone's hip to gettin' gritty    Run from the house, roll into the garden  We wouldn't want to have to try not to fall, and we don't like bruises  And when the sweaty clothes around our ankles start to stiffen and harden  We'll have another little party trying to keep our balance, and we're gonna see who loses    Dancing with your pants down, down  Clutching at each other, as you fall over  Dancing with your pants down, down  Broken backs and heart attacks, surrounded by clover    Sun in our eyes! Cool breeze, the sweet smell of chlorophyll on leather  It's all that we need! One hill, and hundreds of people stuck together    Now that we're down, we better get busy  You know we got a lot of ground to cover, and we gotta keep ourselves lubricated  And every time we turn around, we find each other dripping and dizzy  Just think of all the many minutes that we went and squandered all those days we waited