Lyrics:

I`ve been pushed around this dirty old town
I had to move so many times it makes my head spin `round
Just what it is that keeps me here
Is hard to say, the answer`s not real clear

I guess it casts a spell that`s hard to break
Like December`s ice on a mountain lake
I tried to get out but I don`t have the heart
To leave all my friends and make a new start.

There`s a fly buzzin` around my 8x12 home
Where I can spend the afternoon all alone
I don`t need much don`t you know
I don`t need a TV or a VCR or a touch tone telephone

All you people you try to sell the land
You don`t see the problem, you don`t seem to understand
All you`re doin` is makin` one big mess
`Cause bigger isn`t better and money isn`t happiness