15.
Homo erectus
And I know where I’m going
And I know who I am
I am homo erectus
I’m a self-made man
And I got a little woman
Who is waiting for me
And we make a pretty picture
Of domesticity
And I know where I’m standing
And it’s largely on you
In an enterprise culture
It’s the thing to do
And I got a little woman
Who's done her best for me
And we make a pretty picture
A sound economy
Swinging from creepers and beating my chest
My friends roar like cheetahs, I help them invest
But what is this thing called love
Of which you speak?
And I know what you’re thinking
I’m a powerful man
I can tell you’re attracted
I’ll do what I can
And I’ve got a little woman
Who is sleeping with me
And we make a pretty picture
I wish that you could see
Espousing morals from a bygone age
Chewing up laurels I sit in my cage
But what is this thing called love
Of which you speak?
Still know where I’m going
Still know who I am
I am homo erectus
I’m your self-made man
And I had a little woman
But she’s walked out on me
She found the pretty pictures
Of you and me
The pretty pictures
It's just hypochrisy
Just some pretty pictures
It's just hypochrisy