Lately I need a better plan I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands Cause I have been a cerebral spouse now my legs want to go into the emerald house And I want to look out I don't want to bail out And I want to help out, I don't want to nod out I don't want to knock you down It makes a monkey retch It makes a monkey rich Lately I want to be in my heart But where exactly is my heart and where does it start? I don't want that Tylenol. Can I sing and make change without crushing clams? I can help the little things but I have big plans I don't want that Tylenol