| Lyrics: | All my friends play D.D.R.
But I sing about my P.P.R.
Na Na Na . . .
Got to
tell my friends
Im getting out of this town
Got to pack my bags
And bring my wagon
around
* Moving out
To the mountains skies and trees
Moving out
Where nobody wants to beat anyone
And nobodys bugging me (P.P.R!)
Na Na Na . . .
See the open sky
With no electrical wire
Makes you want to cry
With freedom,
hope and desire
Repeat *
** I wanna be where the creatures are free
Pastel
paradise rapture in fantasy
Grab what you can
And well head for the wild
country
Na Na Na . . .
Repeat *
Repeat **
Na Na Na . . . |
