| I keep riding in my old and rusty car |
| He was build in sixty-four my jam jar |
| And I don’t care what people say or think about me |
| As long as they don’t try to bother me |
| All the boring small-town gossip makes me mad |
| When I come to think about that I’m getting sad |
| Well, they ought to find a way to live in peace, you see |
| Instead of all the envy constantly |
| They’re afraid to show their feelings |
| They don’t know how to live |
| But remember what I’m saying |
| They got a lot to give |
| They got so much to give |
| They ought to find a way to live in peace, you see |
| Instead of all the envy constantly |
| Isn’t there a way to do what you wanna do |
| Isn’t there a way to say what you wanna say |
| Couldn’t there be a way to change our world, my friend |
| Well, I guess there’s none, so let’s live till the end |
| They’re afraid to show their feelings |
| They don’t know how to live |
| But remember what I’m saying |
| They got a lot to give |
| They got so much to give |
| They got so much to give |
| They got so much to give |
| Mmmm… |