I wanna go where the mad things are
I wanna drive in a big fast car
I wanna party with the movie stars
but it all comes back to bite you in the end
I wanna go where explorers went
up the mountainside in an alpine tent
or go where no-one's ever been sent
but it all comes back to bite you in the end
I wanna go where the rich folk go
live in a beach house in Acapulco
playing games of chance in Monaco
but it all comes back to bite you in the end
I tried to run with the hounds and hares
tried to make friends with the grizzly bears
and the lions too, but I soon got scared
and they all came back to bite me (in the end)
© Steve Wheeler 2021
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