Back in Your Tree

I was trying to get along, Jack When you went off on the wrong track & we're a million miles apart now With a dead horse before the cart, now & when there's nothing left to say, dear You gotta zip it up and play, dear I got nothing on your brains, kid But I guess you dropped the reins, kid & if you're gonna waste my time child You gotta do it on your dime, child & when there's nothing left to say, dear You gotta zip it up & play, dear You wanna break it off, I wanna break it down You gotta be a fool to be fooling around "Fuck the whole human race, man" Now you wanna be a space man But you'll nevеr have a place therе 'cause you can't afford the space fare & that ain't no way to be, dear You better get back in your tree, dear