You’ll Never Get Me Up (In One Of Those)

I'd rather work in the city in a pinstriped suit and bowler hat
If you break my arm I'll join the union, you know how I feel about that
Put me in a uniform if it comes to blows
But you'll never get me up
Never get me up
Never get me up in one of those

I'd rather serve time on the Foreign Legion
Or risk my neck travelling on the Southern Region
Put me in a uniform if it comes to blows
But you'll never get me up
Never gonna get me up
Never get me up in one of those

I can stay down here and get high
I ain't got no need reason whatever to fly
If the good Lord had meant us to get up in one of them things
He'd have given us the tickets as well as the pair of wings

So if you don't mind I'll take my chances walking the street
'Cause I dig the feel of the ground beneath my feet
Put me in a uniform if it comes to blows
But you'll never get me up
Never get me up
Never gonna get me up in one of those

No you'll never get me up
Never gonna get me up
Never get me up in one of those

No you'll never get me up
Never gonna get me up
Never get me up in one of those

No you'll never get me up
Never gonna get me up
Never get me up in one of those