This is a tired old world I want
News from elsewhere
Good news
Bad news
On picture-postcards
This is a blind spot
This is an empty lot
I need a radio
I need a hilltop
I want my news from elsewhere

It is a mighty long way from
Here to elsewhere
Uphill
Downhill
Wish I had a
Fourwheel-drive
Wish I was a contender
But you are never standing
By the roadside
You are never waving at me
I would be rather happy here
If I could tell you where I will be
Passing by
With a smile

T` is a funny idea that I should
Be from somewhere
Isn`t it obvious
That I have never
Never ever been there
I`m on the look-out
I don`t belong here
It would be wonderfull
If I was wrong
I would be rather happy here
If I could tell you where I will be
Passing by
With a smile

(spoken words:)
In the wooden shed he found a piece of cardboard on which the previous
Occupant had written: how can I please myself when I have no self to
Please? ³ sorry, young man³ -thought burroughs- i think you are
Kidding yourself. as long as you talk to yourself, you have a self. the
Self is a pimping, blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to
There on word lines.³

I would be rather happy here
If I could tell you where I will be
Passing by
With a smile
With a smile
Yeah