The End

Oh, it hurts, baby
What will we do now it's all been said?
No new ideas in the house and every book has been read

And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this and act like that
And you can dream - so dream out loud
And you can find your own way out
And you can build and I can will
And you can call - can't wait until
And you can stash, and you can seize
In dreams begin responsibilities
And I could love, and I could learn
And I know that the tide is turning round
So don't let the bastards grind you down

Cowabunga!