I don’t where I’m going.

I’m wandering around.

Oh, to the house of contention.

That’s where you wanna be.

That’s where it’s at.

That’s where the party’s gonna happen while you’re sleeping.

I don’t know where you’re going.

You’re going down, down to the place by the river.

It’s a lovely place, full of flying turtles.

You’d never know, it’s where you wanted to be.

And so I say, that’s all there could be.

Oh, la la, that’s the way it’s gonna be.

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