i-yi-yippie-i-ay-tell me which way the wind is blowing

and

i-yi-yippie-i-o-no-not even if the gods are rolling

say please - string those beads -

place your gets - put away your wallet

more grease on those knees -

or have it any which way you call it

never goin back when you're hands start shaking

never look back when you hit the pavement

never turn back til you know where you're going

never turn your back - not even if the choir's singing

never lean back when the beggar's kneeling

('cause you) never see dirt til it hits the ceiling

i-yi-yippie-i



CHORUS

you don't think about

tommorow (ahh - not afraid of dying)

you don't act your age (ahh - gotta let it go)

it don't even hurt to swallow (ahh - got a way with lying)

not even if you let it show



cruel age, swing that cage.... out

let's cause another chain reaction

this place smacks of Rage

what that gat -

and -- see it all come crashing ... down



never goin back to a cloudy vision

never goin back until you quit that bitchin

never goin back until the temperature's holdin'

never goin--back to another empty feast

never goin back until we kill that beast

never goin back unless a palm gets greased

you bet - no sweat -- it's open season



REPEAT CHORUS



and i-yi-yippie-i-ay

put that thumb in your mouth

and i-yi-yippie-i-o

what's that shit all about?