On the sidewalk the people are hustling and bustling,
They ain`t got no time so they think on the thing
That will fill in the space in between birth and death.
Who`re they kidding ?
On the TV the people are mumbling and grumbling,
They ain`t got no hope so they give out the news
That the world`s got the blues, S.O.S. S.O.S.
Bless my soul.
In the movies the people are identifying
They ain`t got no season to split for no reason
And so they get by on the great community lie.
On the sidewalk the people are hustling and bustling,
They ain`t got no time so they think on the thing
That will fill in the space in between birth and death.
Who`re they kidding ?
Who`re they kidding ?