2, 3 Threw my shirt Out the window On to the road The big night sky Looked fit to explode So pull this car over kid Now let's see what you can do 'Cause something bad will happen Something always does bird But glory B the body B, and glory B the word We are fearless And we are flesh And we are wanderers You got a wandering heart You got wandering eyes You got wandering legs Telling wandering lies Oh but bird Aint you still the wandering prize? Oooooo Oooooo And I wore myself out Just wanting you I wore myself out Just wanting you Let's see what you can do Oooooo Oooooo