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