I walked from New York and back from L.A.   I lived on a mountain and once by the bay   I bought an apartment and slept in the hay   but there's no place that's softer than (your arms)     living today is just getting so bad   there's a look on your face   and it says"you've been had!"   you can take all my money   but don't make me mad   cause there's nobody meaner than (me)     I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim.   I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him   I fell in deep but I learned how to swim   now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him