Yeah, but are you going to Scarborough Fair?
I’d rather have a rock to wind a string around.
If I had a hammer
I’d wake up my neighbours
Pounding out a rhythm
All about you
But I don’t have a hammer. Because I’m a post post-modern [wo]man.
Some alternate lyrics, from some actress on some show on some TV channel some while back:
“The ants are my friends. They’re blowing in the wind. The ants, sir, are blowing in the wind.”