One day as I sat in a big noisy crowd,

There was me and the whole of my conscience.

And I thought that I wouldn't be missed if I went,

and that my going would be of no importance.



And I've nothing to do,

And I've nowhere to go;

I'm not in the slightest way upset.

I'm not chasing a hope,

or a dream or a plan;

And I'm not even chasing the sunset.



The pussycat laughed and he followed me down,

As we walked through the crowds without motion;

He said he would stay, but he ran clear away,

I just laughed at his lack of devotion.



I met this fink, tried to buy me a drink,

And he says, I don't care 'bout no money."

I said, "Neither do I, but I'd buy you a guy,

If I thought you were trying to get funny."



This man I did meet, spoke to me through his feet,

And he said, "I don't care either 'bout no money."

I said, "Neither do I but I buy wings to fly,

'Cause without them the sun ain't so sunny."