Oh well, I'm the kind of guy who will never travel down
Where pretty girls are on spring break, Florida town.
I'd be there and I'd love 'em, but my mother is a Dane;
My dad is blanched and Swedish; I'd be needing Solarcaine.
They call me the wan-dermer, yeah, the wan-dermer;
I won't go down to Sun-drowned towns.

Apollo comes up on left if I face South in daylight.
I stay in bed curled up with a book, go out at night.
I once basked on beach as sun rose east, went west--
I blared, "This roasting hurts!" I got a bright rosy chest
'cause I'm the wan-dermer. yeah, the wan-dermer;
I won't go down to Sun-drowned towns.

I don't go out when Sun's around
Or I'd be bright red like the flares
That the law officers lay down
When there's two twisted Scions, sighin' owners, "Repairs!"

Sheltered. . .

I'm the light-shy guy one summer was Nome-bound;
I never saw the place 'cause sun never went down.
There are massive ice shelves in this midnight-sun world
And off light reflects, harmingly bright. . .would fry me till skin curled
Off; I'm the wan-dermer, yeah, the wan-dermer;
I won't go down or up unless sun's down.

So, yeah, I'm the light-shy guy whose home has got a crown
Of elms over the place, foliage droopin' down.
Inside I find myself a-callin' up my girl:
"Hi, let's hop down to a bar tonight; I'm dry and want a pearl
Onion in my vodka that's made from water
And spuds grown in my frozen homeland ground; let's down
Lot's and lots of vodka." Want vodka, not water.
We wash it down and down and down until near drowned.
I'm an impaired walker, wasted on vodka;
I fall down, pass out, wake' round noon. "Ouch!" orb ain't down.