This is a tired old world i want
News from elsewhere
Good news
Bad news
On picture-postcards
This is a blind spot
This is an empty lot
I need a radio
I need a hilltop
I want my news from elsewhere

It is a mighty long way from
Here to elsewhere
Uphill
Downhill
Wish i had a
Fourwheel-drive
Wish i was a contender
But you are never standing
By the roadside
You are never waving at me
I would be rather happy here
If i could tell you where i will be
Passing by
With a smile

T` is a funny idea that i should
Be from somewhere
Isn`t it obvious
That i have never
Never ever been there
I`m on the look-out
I don`t belong here
It would be wonderfull
If i was wrong
I would be rather happy here
If i could tell you where i will be
Passing by
With a smile

(spoken words:)
In the wooden shed he found a piece of cardboard on which the previous
Occupant had written: "how can i please myself when i have no self to
Please?³ "sorry, young man³ -thought burroughs- "i think you are
Kidding yourself. as long as you talk to yourself, you have a self. the
Self is a pimping, blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to
There on word lines

I would be rather happy here
If i could tell you where i will be
Passing by
With a smile
With a smile
Yeah