Headroom - Don McLean

I need headroom

Got to have headroom

Some place to rest my head

I’m gettin' taller

Thinkin’s gettin' smaller

Time is winnin' out instead

Well, I heard it on the news

They’re selling everything they can

And the American flag

Is manufactured in Japan

They’re fightin' battles in the stars

They’re pourin' billions into Mars

And layin' right there at my feet

There’re people sleepin' in the street

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room

Well, I’m livin' on the farm

Where chemistry has lost its charm

And every dusty wind that blows

Is burnin' big holes in my clothes

They’re burnin' big holes in the sky

Makin' people wonder why

With all our land and sea and space

Progress is wreckin' every place

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room

Well, if you want an assen-ell

The government will wish you well

And if you steal a million bucks

The government will wish you luck

And they might even give you more

If you’re makin' things for war

But if you’re poor and stealin' cars

You’ll spend your life behind the bars

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room

They’re talkin' ethics on the hill

They’re talkin' union at the mill

They’re talkin' justice at the farm

They’re talkin' safety in the car

They’re talkin' murder in the states

They’re talkin' cash to get a fix

They’re talkin' virus in the bed

I’m talkin' room to rest my head

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room

I need headroom

Got to have headroom

Some place to rest my head