Grass doesn't grow on busy streets

A tumbleweed turns, beats a retreat

Breathe some life into this place

Pump fresh blood through these hardening veins

Pump pump pump pump

Let us all (let's) exercise out hearts

Thump thump thump thump

Is it the prizes, the surprises, the supervision you crave?

Is it the iris or the iris or the Irish you slave?

Is it the voice or the choice or the boys or the girls?

Is this the start or the finish or my place in the queue?

Who, what, which keeps you there?

Let us all (let's) exercise out hearts

Thump thump thump thump

Grass doesn't grow on busy streets

Pump, pump

A tumbleweed turns, beats a retreat

Pump, pump

Let us all (let's) exercise out hearts

Thump thump thump thump