Lyrics:

I Come From The Tin Pan Valley And I'm Moving Right Along
i Live On Former Glory, So Long Ago And Gone
i'm Turning Down The Talk Shows, The Humour And The Couch
i'm Moving Up To Higher Ground - I've Found A New Way Out

these Parasols And Barbecues And Loungers By The Pool
the Late Night Conversations Filled With Twentieth-Century Cool
my Peers May Flirt With Cabaret - Some Fake The Rebel Yell
me, I'm Moving Up To Higher Ground - I Must Escape Their Hell

let Me Suspend My Thirst For Knowledge In Your Powder, Sweat And Sighs
a Grudge Of Christian Women - A Stain Of Spotless Wives
a Perfect Destination Inside A Perfect World
i Take The Bottle To The Baby - You Take The Hammer To The Pearl
like This - Like This --

every Day's Like Sunday, Down Here On Memory Lane
salad Days And No Good Ways Drive Me Quite Insane
a Cocktail-Clouded Troubadour Attempts To Speak In Tongues
he's Said Enough - I'm Through The Door - I'm Moving Right Along