Sometimes I get to feelin' like a little cricketClickin' in the thickets by the ant-hill city roadSometimes it get ta bein' a bit a sticky wicketLike bein' the only witness seein' lightnin' strike a toad I'm Ridin' On a WhaleIn the midday sunRidin' On a WhaleGood for everyoneRidin' On a WhaleYou can steer him away from the sharp harpoon People runnin' 'round and holdin' plugs upLookin' for a socket in the pocket of some lordStick 'em where the moon don't shine then shut upNow stop and think about it man you're warmer than before CHORUS Out on the city streetThe birdies tweet tweet tweet tweet tweetBouncin' on my feetHavin' a french fry feed feed feedLittle squirrels with hats and canesDancin' down the laneJust like a vaudeville showThey're shufflin' off to Buffalo I hope I'll be around to see when evolutionChurns these spinnin' colors to a warm and gracious glow'Til that time I'll stick inside the institutionAnd stuff my rhymes in magna-cans and hide them in the snow CHORUS