Tekster:
Reed Lou

I don't like opera and I don't like ballet And new wave french movies, they just drive me away I guess I'm just dumb, 'cause I know that I ain't smart

You're an adventurer You sail across the oceans You climb the himalayas Seeking truth and beauty as a natural state You're a queen reborn Worshipped

If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew

I ain't no christian or no born again saint I ain't no cowboy or marxist d.a. I ain't no criminal or reverend cripple from the right I am just your average

I'm banging on my drum I'm banging on my drum Then banging on my drum, boy And I'm having lots of fun I'm banging on my drums, yeah I'm banging on my

's true what my wife said to me I hope it's true what my wife said to me She says, "lou, it's the beginning of a great adventure" "lou, lou, lou

And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will

I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle Down this winding country road And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill Where last week I fell off There's still

You can't depend on your family You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence