Show me the way I'm lost in this fog Dave's come to say I am but a cog Greasing your wheels It's not just a spiel I could be in San Fransisco with him The Wise Old Lizard Has gone To the farm Gone To the farm He's gone To the farm Gone To the farm My slippery friend Assures he'll be back In Oakland to mend And hide in his shack I could fly out On a jet with young Jack I'll hold his hand As we start to land But the Wise Old Lizard Has gone To the farm Gone To the farm He's gone To the farm Gone To the farm He's gone To the farm Gone To the farm He's gone To the farm Gone To the farm