Lyrics
One, two, three
One, two, three
I walked to 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 him
