© 2001 Jesse SlokumI want to be totally out of fashion No, I don't even know what's in this year I dance to my own beat with a passion It doesn't bother me that the end might be near It sure don't bother me that the end might be near I want to be tough as a goose down pillow I'm as tender as a pocket full of rocks Make me as sturdy as a great big weeping willow And as timeless as a world chock full of clocks! I want to be totally out of fashion No, I don't even know what's in this year I dance to my own beat with a passion It doesn't bother me that the end might be near It sure don't bother me that the end might be near No, I don't have no hand on some big button You could say that I'm utterly over the hill That's because I'm so sheepish, that I order mutton And I'm far to naked to be dressed to kill I want to be totally out of fashion No, I don't even know what's in this year I dance to my own beat with a passion It doesn't bother me that the end might be near It sure don't bother me that the end might be near Oh, there's no place I'd rather gather moss Other than where I'm bound to be rolling today So you can leave it to Jerry...Mather 'cause Right now, I got not much more than this to say: Oh, I always manage to find out how myself Although that's contrary to popular opinion Oh, lord don't you forget to find out how thyself Just know THOU and ye shall have dominion Just know THOU and ye shall have dominion I want to be...totally out of fashion No, I don't even know what's in this year I dance to my own beat with a passion It doesn't bother me that the end might be near It sure don't bother me that the end might be near |