Two Dutch uncles, to say the least
A treed coon and winged beast
I gasped, I clasped
But I passed the stone
Gee, it’s good to be back home

Friends chipped in for a tin canteen
Just in time for Halloween
Don’t eat, don’t sleep
Or drink the foam
Gee, it’s good to be back home

The lights of some far-off refinery
An Eldridge Cleaver forgery
Upstairs who cares your hair has grown
Gosh, it’s good to be back home