i walked from new york
and back from l.a.
i lived on a mountain
and once by the bay
i bought an apartment
and slept in the hay
but there's no place that's softer than
(your arms)

living today
is just getting so bad
there's a look on your face
and it says"you've been had!"
you can take all my money
but don't make me mad
cause there's nobody meaner than
(me)

i prayed to buddha,
to allah,
and jim.
i turned to jesus
and stayed there with him
i fell in deep
but i learned how to swim
now there's no one who's cleaner
than me or than h