scatman john
quiet desperation
Your're sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night  Fantisizin' the American dream You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself conviced That the nightmare isn't a s bad as it seems  You try your best to hide yourself beneath your turned up collar And a plastic bag is all you've got to show And your books inside your shopping cart Is probably the best education you're ever gonna know (Hmm)  The guy in the Mercedes is just hard on with the dollar Better grab it 'cause the signal's turnin' green And while you're at it put the jug behind the picket fence 'Cause the copper's driving past you lookin' mean  Institution,contribution,restitution,destitution  Doesn't mean a thing to you now You're the freeway feature  For your audience are driving by  So maybe you should stand and take a bow Your living in desperation And you never have felt complete You live in anticipation  Of another day on the street,sing with me (Scatting by Scatman John) You're sitting in the same spot You want to go home  But there ain't no home but home on the range You've forgotten what you look like and it looks like you've forgotten That the look inside your eye is very strange Ain't nothing left to hide  You're stripped of all your pride and all you feel inside Is a hole a mile wide  You're the freedom desperado And the perfect living model   Of a land that hasn't any good excuse Your living in desperation And you never have felt complete You live in anticipation  Of another day on the street,sing with me (Scatting by Scatman John) Sittin' on your milkcrate, blanket wrapped around you I see you sitting day after day  I really like to talk but I know if I approached you You'd probably get up and walk away You're wishin' that your home of the American dream  Wasn't only smoke and exhaust   I love you desperado and all I gotta say You let me know how much I really lost Your living in desperation And you never have felt complete  You live in anticipation Of another day on the street,sing with me (Scatting by Scatman John) Your living in desperation  And you never have felt complete You live in anticipation Of another day on the street,sing with me (Scatting by Scatman John)