Albert, he goes West   He crosses the vast indifferent deserts   Of Arizona   He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch   That involved a bottle   Of ammonia      Henry, he went South and lost his way   Deep in the weeping forests   Of le vulva   He grew so wan, he grew so sick   He ended up in a bungalow   Sucking a revolver      The light upon your rainy streets   Offers many reflections   I won�t be held responsible   For my actions      Bobby, he goes North   Then he goes East   Then over to New Hampshire    Bobby is a cautious man   He walked into a Concord dive   To drink a beer      Do you wanna dance?   Yeah, do you wanna move?   Yeah, do you wanna dance?   Do you wanna groove?      This world is full of   Endless abstractions   I won�t be held responsible   For my actions      Me, I ain�t going anywhere   Just sit and watch the sun come up   I like it here!   I watch the people go ticking past   I go hey hey hey, you know, I gotta say   I like it here!      Sha-la-la-la Sha-la-la-la   Sha-la-la-la La-la-la-la   La-la-la-la