They don't walk

They don't talk in Malibu

They don't vote

They don't even smoke, I know you're blue



I know you're blue

I know you're blue



They don't cream

And they don't dream in Kansas City

They don't cry

They don't, they never act, I know you're ready



I know you're ready

I know you're ready



They don't cry

And they don't die in South Dakota, just like a seagull

They don't mash

They don't hatch in South Dakota



In South Dakota

Here comes the coda



Not much water coming over the hill

Not much, not much, not much

Not much water coming over the hill

Not much, not much, not much



Not much water coming over the hill

Not much, not much, not much

Not much water coming over the hill

Not much, not much, not much