I've spent my days in restless ways I messed around with waits and strays But after all, that's what I wanted She was simply searching for Another house, another door When she knocked on mine, she got it I opened up her eyes to situations She had previously denied Even existed And once or twice, I made her cry Heaven knows I didn't try To foul it up or twist it (The walrus and the carpenter, the whiting and the snail) (The lightning and the winds that wail) And all the freaks that ever were and the weirds that will be Got nothing on you and me (got nothing on you and me) (The walrus and the carpenter, the whiting and the snail) (The lightning and the winds that wail) And all the freaks that ever were and the weirds that will be Got nothing on you and me (got nothing on you and me) You and me are gonna be The sensation of the seventies They'll maybe even build us a statue And in some distant future day When we're strolling down the promenade You'll turn to me and say: 'Is that you?' (The walrus and the carpenter, the whiting and the snail) (The lightning and the winds that wail) And all the freaks that ever were and the weirds that will be Got nothing on you and me (got nothing on you and me) You and me Me, you and me You and me You and me, that's all