"More juju in the mojo,"
The little lady said
We were heading into Memphis
Speedometer on red
A whistle stop adventure
Going coast to coast
Lost inside America
So that we could boast that we had done it
Just up and gone away
We saved up our marbles
Time for what the hey

We camped by many rivers
Heard the wild goose call
Took the other route
Got the back story
Made it up as we went along
Day by day we made our way
Each one a stanza in our song

The journey is not over yet
We're still on the run
She wants to see the South, she says
With more juju in the mojo
No need to look back

Not adhering to Society
Christened a Misfit immediately
If looked upon actively
Society not ready for them actually

Appreciate the Misfit with enthusiasm and curiosity
Degrade him with critisism
Is the completely Wrong policy

Faith in imitation
Totally wrong orientation
Faith in origination
Chequered flag for rightful direction

Contribution the measure
For the reward and success we treasure
Reaction to the obstacle a feature
More important than the obstacles nature

Rage wears the soul
Anger turns you into the wrong mould
Acknowledge your feelings as told
Move ahead by being bold