I'm walking on the prospect,
I don't need anything,
I've put on my glasses,
And I don't see anyone.
Hey, passer-by, walk forward,
Oh, while you haven't got hit.
Hey, passer-by, walk forward,
Oh, while you haven't got hit.
I'm going to concerts
With no ticket,
Both in autumn and in spring,
In winter and summer.
Hey, passer-by, walk forward,
Oh, while you haven't got hit.
Hey, passer-by, walk forward,
Oh, while you haven't got hit.
I'm coming home at night,
I'm switching on the tape recorder,
And my neighbour is groaning behind the wall,
He has seen a nightmare.
Hey, passer-by, walk forward,
Oh, while you haven't got hit.
Hey, passer-by, walk forward,
Oh, while you haven't got hit.