Why would I not take my words
And here them write down?
Why would I not steer the herds
Thru my hungry town?
Why would I not take a chance
And try something different?
Why would I not try romance—
Abandoning resentment?
Why not hop on board a ship
And take a little trip
Where the dolphins flop and flip
And women take a sip
Of drinks made up of nectar’s dew
And of drunk commands?…
Why not take a chance yourself
And hop onboard this ride?
Take a chance upon yourself
To ride these waters wide.
Take a chance that we’ll end—where?—nobody knows,
And with her sip from a cup
As warm breezes blow.