I'd rather wait in the city than pinstripes and foreheads If you break my arm, I'd join the union, you know how I feel about that Yeah, 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 I'd rather serve time on the foreign legion Or wrist, leg, neck traveling 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 in your house I ain't got no need for anyone to fly If a good old man is to give one of them things What we are given is the tickets as well as the land So if you don't mind, I'll take my chances walking the street Cause I get the feel of the ground under 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 Oh no, you'll never get me up, never gonna get me up, never get me up in one of those I won't fly, never gonna fly