They're all singing some twisted up song,
Mayhap I've heard it before,
The people are all stomping their feet in the throng,
But not me; I'm deaf on the dance floor.

They're singing: LA DEE DA,
We ain't never gonna be bourgeois,
We ain't never gonna fit in your sick jigsaw,
We ain't never gonna follow your law.

They're all calling some famous name,
Mayhap I've said it myself,
To me, it's all the same,
All the records on that dusty shelf.

They're calling: LA DEE DA,
You ain't never gonna love my flaw,
You ain't never gonna see my ice thaw,
You ain't never gonna watch me withdraw.

They're all preaching some aimless creed,
Mayhap I'll believe it someday,
To some faith; I'd rather not plead,
Not get caught up in a loud fray.

They're preaching: LA DEE DA,
They ain't never gonna get my gist,
They ain't never gonna bind my wrist,
They ain't never gonna find a twist.

They're all trusting some useless thing,
Mayhap I bought it once,
But I'm not strung on their string,
Not like some wretched dunce.

They're trusting LA DEE DA,
Thinking it isn't the Devil's claw,
Thinking they can escape the law,
Thinking they've got it all.