we hang out, shake hands, make bands, but we ain't no ushers, we hover, take cover, we color, no art class, we all had a good laugh, no get out of my path, on behalf of the guy who is me and doesn't play around, spin back around this ain't no playground dogs Barkin like they grey hounds no parking in my streets, you don't wanna be clowned let me be crowned, in m y space, this place, that I chase, grace and hope, looking through a telescope, while on the telephone calling up the man on the moon man on the moon I gotta talk to you someday soon