The Place Where the Nuts Hunt the Squirrels

I live in the place where the nuts hunt the squirrels
In the place where the nuts hunt the squirrels, ha-haa
It's a beautiful spot where I don't think a lot
And mostly, I don't think of girls like you, hoo-hah
I don't think of girls like you!
When I think of the traffic
And horns
And lights that flash
And signs that blink and say "don't walk"
And subways that roar
And breaks that screech
And noisy men drilling holes in the street
I'm mad for this place where the nuts hunt the squirrels
Where the people all smile and they play, ha-haa
And I spend all my time skipping rocks at the ducks
And I don't think of girls like you, hoo-hah
I don't think of girls like you!
You drove me to this, and you know that you did
To the place where the nuts hunt the squirrels, ha-haa
But I couldn't care less, 'cause my life was a mess
So who needs the human race? ha-haa
I don't need the human race
I don't have any use for girls like you
Who tell me what I should say and do
And how I should cut my hair
And shave my shoes
And shine my face
And live like a nut in the human race!
So, I'm mad for this place where the nuts hunt the squirrels
And its here I shall always remain, ha-haa
Its here I shall always remain
But there's just one complaint that I've had so far
They're trying to drive me sane, he-hee
They're trying to drive me sane, ho-hoo
They're trying to drive me sane, ha-haa
They're trying to drive me sane, he-hee
They're trying to drive me sane, ho-hoo
They're trying to drive me sane, ha-haa
They're trying to drive me sane, he-hee