Well, as a teen you have these nagging questions
Like what is life and what am I basically doing around here
You have a few drinks and you grow older
You stop to wonder 'cause the answers seem so trivial
And you're going nowhere fast
And that's the only clue

You get up
You fall down
And your feet drag you
To another town
You get up
You fall down
And your feet drag you
To another town

So all this jiving around is useless
What the heck
You get up
You fall down
And your feet drag you
To another town


(c) Kiss My Jazz
Words by Rudy Trouvé