Barnacle Beat

I'm a go down to the corner of beach and
 Dance in the street to the barnacle beat
 I'll stand in the traffic and whale and I'll dance
 And smile as the plastics trip as they glance
 Maybe they won't find me crazy
 The first ones to come are always the young
 They'll drop a baby at the sight of the sun
 The youngies and the druggies and the pretties and the uglies
 Till the oldies come down and get what they've been wanting
 Bring what you choose your roots and dancing shows your kazoos and kangaroos
 We've got nothing to loose
 Sing your own tune or just sing along
 Play your grass flute we cannot go wrong
 Rip em off the ground
 Show em our sound
 Show em how to drown
 I'm a go down to the carnival street
 Stand on my hands and smoke with my feet
 I'm a go down to the merry go round