I’m past the point of no return   Its do or die you see   Oh I’m through with mysteries   Of the beautiful symmetry      This is a place I don’t care to be   I tip my hat to this make believe   There’s no doubt I can’t control the pace   No doubt about it   So stamp your feet and      Get Up! Don’t fight it   Get Up! Don’t fight it      Hear the conversation, steamy adoration   For the phony eccentricity   The key to the mind is a cheap glass of wine   Take two in the morning and you’ll be just fine      This is a place I don’t care to be   I tip my hat to this make believe   There’s no doubt I can’t control the pace   No doubt about it   So stamp your feet and      Get Up! Don’t fight it   Get Up! Don’t fight it      Hear the conversation, steamy adoration   For the phony eccentricity   The key to the mind is a cheap glass of wine   Take two in the morning and you’ll be just fine   Get Up! Don’t fight it   Get Up! Don’t fight it