Lyrics:

Well early morning underneath the city
Ain't no trial gonna rescue me
I come from the mountain, I've returned again
Without a tear, naturally
Get out, whoo

Girls like to smile half the time
Boys are the trouble all the time
Sitting in the pockets just a dime
Lifting hefty spirits from the slime
(?) yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck, whoo

No one wants a heartache or the kind
Everyone's a problem sometimes
Ripping open secrets day and night
Filling up our insides, what a fright
(?) yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck, whoo