Marty was a punk rocker
He went to all the shows
Patches on Swiss Army pants

And two rings in his nose
He had an old Nash Rambler
No insurance, not much gas

And a dancing hula girl that bobbled on the dash
Feeling kind of stupid
One day he broke down

He drove his ugly car
To the edge of town
He sunk it in the quarry

Just because he could
And 'cause the rear defroster
Never worked too good


(Chorus)
Marty, where you going?

Whatcha going to?
What's the point in not conforming
If it changes you?

When this world runs out of answers
Would you even know?
Does the truth have any bearing

On which way you go?

(Verse 2)

He took the bus to Santa Cruz
He hitchhiked to L.A.
A preacherman had picked him up

And drove him half the way
He said "there's two kinds of people that I've met,
Those who ask the questions

And those who don't ask questions yet."
Then he turned, asking Marty
Which one that he thought he was

Marty shrugged and shook his head
Forgetting what the question was
(Repeat Chorus)


(Bridge)
You'd do almost anything someone told you not to do

Just because someone else told you it was cool
Remember long ago, someone said to get a life?
Did you ever think they might be right?


(Verse 3)
Marty was a rebel, he never had a cause

It may be stupid and cliche
But that's because he was
He spent his whole life straying from the norm

He was neither hot or cold
Just boring and lukewarm
It didn't seem to bother him

He didn't seem to mind
His cathartic life
Just buried somewhere in the timeline

(Repeat Chorus)