chasers. Street climbers, porch swingers, air guitar players. Here's to you fearless dancers. shaking walls in your bedrooms. There's a lot of wonder left inside of me and you. Think that even crazy dreams
Conquer me, figure me out and set me free. I've got a hundred million things to show you. As many more to see. But only if you conquer me Hail to all you mountain climbers, all you dreamers on the run
, gotta getcha some. Gotta getcha some, ooh gotta getcha some, yeah You know curtain climbers and rug rats and tricycle motors. It don't matter what you call 'em you gotta have a whole house full of 'em
