Young Fresh Fellows Broken Basket
Left out night after night
Left out day after day
Hiding underneath the stairs
I'm not going anywhere
I'm not a part of anybody's plan
I'm not involved in the play-by-play
Living in a world of one
Oh I'm having lots of fun
That's cause I got a broken basket
I can't remember why the people stare
I got a broken basket
Guess I'm not going anywhere
What no one understands is ?certainly? on me
And it loses all importance
With the measure of this eternity
Can't go to the big show
Can't be seen at the rear door
Talking to myself is grand
I'm not going out any more!
I'm not a part of anybody's plan
I'm not involved in the play-by-play
Living in a world of one
Oh I'm having lots of fun
That's cause I got a broken basket
I can't remember why the people stare
I got a broken basket
I guess I'm not going anywhere
