Thanks But No Thanks

Don't dilly-dally, come right home

I don't see why I must go home

When in the streets the niceties

Come pouring out and over me

Its three oclock and here they come

So many that my eyes are numb

Familiar faces each and all

But I've been ordered not to stall

Thanks but no thanks, anywa

I know that you're all OK, but

My orders come from high above me

About a foot or two above me

The merry band of "How are yous"

In tweedy suits and pointy shoes

They offer me a ride in style

And something sweet to make me smile

I hate to hurt their feelings so

But I'm supposed to tell them no

My parents say the world is cruel

I think that they prefer it cruel

Thanks but no thanks, anyway

I know that you're all OK, but

My orders come from high above me

About a foot or two above me

Just keep right on walking

Just keep right on walking

Just keep right on walking

Just keep right on walking

Thanks but no thanks, anyway

I know that you're all OK, but

My orders come from high above me

About a foot or two above me

Thanks but no thanks anyway

Thanks but no thanks anyway

Thanks but no thanks anyway, anyway, anyway