walkabout
the phone rings, it's my buddy ken, he says how 'bout cheap chinese
he likes a kung pao chicken, i'm into broccoli beef
we're moanin' 'bout the rat race, and how there's really no escape
when suddenly it hits me, and i turn to him and say
 let's go on walkabout
i'm not talkin' 'bout makin' plans, or letting people know
hey, we got ten bucks between us, i say we hit the road
it's a shame about our families, our careers, and all our stuff
but easy come, and easy go, and they'll know soon enough
we're goin' on walkabout
i keep thinkin' 'bout it, i really think i could
it seems to make the most sense, i really think i should
i'd miss the wife and family, but not the neighborhood
it's really not a bad idea, so while the gettin's good
i'm goin' on walkabout
but then i think about my celica, and i think about the wife
and having my own bathroom, and the last 40 years of my life
and i know ken is thinkin' the exact same stuff
(except he's older, and has kids, and a different car)
but we're both thinkin' it could happen
as we're gettin' toothpicks from the bar
bruce: vocals, guitars, bass, sequencing
jai uttal: mic'd electric guitar intro, fretless banjo outro
mark brandt: drum fills
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