Words and music by Lindsay Radford.
Lyrics
Though I had lost both parents by the time I was four,
I ain't askin' for help - I didn't need 'em no more !
If you had read the classics, would've read about me
and how I washed up one day, out of the Indian Sea !
I cultivate my crop, I keep myself on top,
I keep my both eyes focused on my own bus stop.
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !
I keep my eyes wide open for a spectacled man
in a telephone booth, who will lend me a hand.
I keep my both sides covered with a titanium shield -
if you had lived on my street, then you would know how I feel !
I cultivate my crop, I keep myself on top,
I keep my both eyes focused on my own bus stop.
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !
I cultivate my crop, I keep myself on top,
I keep my both eyes focused on my own bus stop.
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !
Yeah, yeah ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Yeah !
I keep my eyes wide open for a heavenly sign
and I pray now and then, for this future of mine !
I keep my songbook open for some be-boppin' tunes.
I keep myself in the sun, while I just howl at the moon !
I cultivate my crop, I keep myself on top,
I keep my both eyes focused on my own bus stop.
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !
I cultivate my crop, I keep myself on top,
I keep my both eyes focused on my own bus stop.
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !
I cultivate my crop, I keep myself on top,
I keep my both eyes focused on my own bus stop.
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !
I keep my hopes up always, too, like I oughtta do !