Ah, Flying Monkeys bi-annual playing of the same song

Wheels are made for rollin'

Mules are made to pack

I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back

I was born under a wandrin' star

Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry

Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry

Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to

Which with any luck will never come true

I was born under a wandrin' star

I was born under a wandrin' star