Climbing my way to the top of the mountain
I hear that possibly gods have homes up there
Maybe that’s where I find the fountain of youth
The wind is all heavy, it’s blowing me down
But I need to talk to a wise man that’s made it
He knows the secret, the truth
I swear the sun is as hot as a hot frying pan
If I were a big burly dragon that’s flying
I wouldn’t suffer, I wouldn’t be crying
I could have flown right over the mountain peak
I’m tearing my hair out. It’s taking too long
I want science fiction, I’ll trust in the time machine
Up there I might get it from a space alien being
My stomach is rumbling, turning and tumbling
I’m gonna starve
Dead wood and rocks are all that I have to eat
But I’ll feast when I get there on succulent portions
Of roast and potatoes and fat butter rolls
All smothered in sauces, blueberries in sweet sugar cream
And I’ll wash it all down with a red ruby wine
and pure flowing water that’s straight from a high mountain spring
I’ll bet up there they got all kinds of happiness
Clean satisfaction and joy joy joy
This is the top?
Well this stinks!
There’s nothing but dry dirty bushes and weeds
And the air must be thin for I’m working so hard just to breath
What have I got for this?
I climbed the mountain
Where are my riches, my women, my wisdom, my feast?
I had such expectations, divine inspirations
But now my dreams are dancing on me
Now what’ll I do, I’m so weary and blue
So used up I’ve got nothing left
It’s so hard to think I just need a drink
A sip from that puddle will do
Now I’ll walk down the mountain
A lesson well learned
Taught from the mountain
I can’t take on a mountain
I fought and I fell
All for naught
Listen to what I tell you
Listen to what I’ve learned
Listen to what I tell you
Listen to what I’ve learned
Walk down the mountain
Walk down the mountain
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