hills and dales are there to be enjoyed
but they'd only be improved with an appropriate boy
someone to share the break of day with far away from the din
someone who'll keep me up and tentpolinâ as night closes in
outdoor boy, i want an outdoor boy
whilst i'm happy with my fill of urban nerds in corduroy
how 'bout a lad that loathes umbrellas
who's not scared of the rain
thoroughly into other fellas, mountains, moors and moraine we need some time out of the city, get back to the land
spring in each footstep, compass in hand
get 'em up, keep them knees up, boy
it's all to be respected, loved, enjoyed
outdoor boy, give me an outdoor boy
someone who knows his kinder scout from his knockaboy
gimme a lad with soily fingers, humous under his feet
someone who'll sleep under something other than slate and concrete
could you be the ideal outdoor boy?
dude, i ain't got any time for little lord fauntleroy
so crack your maps out, bring your sarnies, get some earth on your boots
and if you're fast i'll ride your tail, dude, in this hottest pursuit
these streaming waters are up to our hips
our sleeping systems have left and right zips
join 'em up, see what we could share
trap our farts, let's have some fun down there
these undulations, a total come-on
this admiration could not be more strong
get me out in the open air
someone to breathe it with and i'll be, i'll be there.