作曲 : Bird
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root 
And a dog with a nasal disease 
I sit when it's breezing, my dogs always sneezing 
I swear it's the voice of 
Louise Why do you do when you don't have a clue 
And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day 
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung had little on all sides but air 
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet, 
I step on my doggies despair 
Why do you do when you don't have a clue 
And the only thing doing is nothing at all '
Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind has its way in the grass on a summer's day 
I'm just an old yout, with a cane made of root 
And a dog with a nasal disease