We're gonna move to the country
With a half-a-dozen lovers
I'm gonna move to the country
Aw honey squeeze on over
We'll leave behind the city and with it our doubts
When we get to where we're going we'll hoot and shout
And we'll turn each other upside down
And shake the concrete out
We'll be totally independent, we'll be off the grid
'cept for the solar power we'll sell back to the Feds
And we'll make some half way decent art
Between the gardening and the s**
When we move to the country....
We'll find the hundredth monkey and our ideas will spread
Even born again Fundie's will find sense in their heads
And we'll have Woodstock every weekend
And invite the Grateful Dead
We'll barter for the tools and the extras we need
Let the virtual economy go to seed
'Til some genius at the FBI discovers that
Pot is just a weed...
And he moves to the country....
Every note we sing in harmony will be in tune
We'll plant organic gardens in the nude
And we'll trade away our given names
For ones like "Ravenchilde" and "Moon"
Everybody on the planet will make peace with their past
Every man, woman child - one at last
And we'll set fire to the mortgages
When the major banks collapse!
And we'll move to the country....
© 1998 Christopher Bingham
With a half-a-dozen lovers
I'm gonna move to the country
Aw honey squeeze on over
We'll leave behind the city and with it our doubts
When we get to where we're going we'll hoot and shout
And we'll turn each other upside down
And shake the concrete out
We'll be totally independent, we'll be off the grid
'cept for the solar power we'll sell back to the Feds
And we'll make some half way decent art
Between the gardening and the s**
When we move to the country....
We'll find the hundredth monkey and our ideas will spread
Even born again Fundie's will find sense in their heads
And we'll have Woodstock every weekend
And invite the Grateful Dead
We'll barter for the tools and the extras we need
Let the virtual economy go to seed
'Til some genius at the FBI discovers that
Pot is just a weed...
And he moves to the country....
Every note we sing in harmony will be in tune
We'll plant organic gardens in the nude
And we'll trade away our given names
For ones like "Ravenchilde" and "Moon"
Everybody on the planet will make peace with their past
Every man, woman child - one at last
And we'll set fire to the mortgages
When the major banks collapse!
And we'll move to the country....
© 1998 Christopher Bingham