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

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? “
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!