primitive man - Izzy Stradlin

Happy, happy, happy

Happy, happy, happy

Primitive man, primitive man

Primitive man, primitive man

Primitive man, primitive man

Primitive man, primitive man

Shooting dope up in your cardboard shack

I wonder how you got to where you’re at Primitive man, primitive man

Primitive man, primitive man

Primitive man, primitive man

Primitive man, primitive man

No telephone, no electricity

Sole mode of travel is your own two feet

And yet he’s happy

I see him smilin'

Happy, happy, happy

Happy, happy, happy

Burnin' the hours pickin' up his streets

He’s got no money to spend all this week

Yet he’s no mortgage livin' in his tree

I really like my mobile card board suite

Primitive man, primitive man