Saturday morning, and I got nothing to do
Got no video games to play, got no bubblegum to chew
But the sun is shining and the clouds got nowhere to hide
I think I'll go and take a walk outside

I'm busy going nowhere, and it doesn't sound like fun
But it is when you try it, puttin' trouble on the run
Just like me, just doing nothing, and I'm making it a thing
A thing that I call aimless wandering

I'll reach my fingers up unto the breezy air
And catch the yellow ribbon to hold up flowers in my hair
I wish that I could visualize the stories we've been told
Like Peter Pan I'm afraid of growing old

Here we go a-trying to get away from it all
If someone asks me for a journey I will just ignore the call
Everybody's doing something, but for me no pain, no gain
Except maybe if the day is screwed by rain

I saw some storm clouds gather and the sky turned dark and grey
And I was puzzled, cause the TV said it wouldn't turn out this way
But then again, the guy's in Jersey, so I have to improvise
A little rainfall won't spoil my exercise

I just don't care of where I even plan to go
If you try and ask to join me, the answer will be no
So please don't bother following me, cause it's you that will you be lost
And that alone is a really terrible cost

Walkin' past these faces that I'll never see again
If someone has a start, I'll counter with the mighty end
Crossing on the DON'T WALK light is none of my concern
Cause I have no desire to hug or to learn

Sometimes the smell is stinky sometimes the smell is sweet
Wherever I go, I'm always in for a very special treat
I don't find it annoying, and that's just how life must go
Like in Greenwich Village you gotta jelly roll

If this old landscape starts to smell and look like grit
I'll just wash the brush and then I'll beat the devil out of it
If that is not a metaphor, then I don't know what is
And for many years nobody beat the Wiz

I'm busy going nowhere, and it doesn't sound like fun
But it is when you try it, puttin' trouble on the run
Just like me, just doing nothing, and I'm making it a thing
A thing that I call aimless wandering

I just don't care of where I even plan to go
If you try and ask to join me, the answer will be no
Go with someone else or you might be lost in Babylon
And that's all she wrote, we'd better be moving on.