Topanga

I'm gonna live in a house in Topanga
Live with a goat, a horse, some chickens
And we'll sleep together in a pile of fur and feathers
In the mornings we'll wake up singing
Leave you behind in your plastic head
Worried, wonder how ever could I leave you?

Amazing grace, how sweet the sight
You trammeling in your shoes
You've no one left to lose

With your manly manner
And your shyly smiling
And your guilty tactics
Your sweetly lying
I'm sick of your smell
And your freaky style of clothes
Most of all, I'm so bored I'm dying
So I'm going to Topanga
Meet my goat
I know he's out there waiting for me

I once was lost but now have found
This house out in the trees
I've no one left to please

I'm gonna live in a house in Topanga
Live with a goat, a horse, some chickens
And we'll sleep together in a pile of fur and feathers
In the mornings we'll wake up singing
Leave you behind with your plastic head
Worried, wonder how ever could I leave you?

I once was lost but now have found
This house out in the trees
I've no one left to please