Ride the waves on a fibreglass board,
Jump from a bridge on the end of a cord!
Scale a mountain 'til you feel that flush,
Seek the elusive adrenalin rush!
Pay out good money for a so-called thrill -
I've mine for nothing, but I'd rather be still.
Hot air balloons, the wind in your hair,
The joy of risk-landings - wow, such a scare!
Dangling from clifftops, hanging by nails,
The buzz of knowing your harness might fail!
Surfing the night atop of a train,
Heave yourself up, friend, and do it again!
Climb a skyscraper without any care -
Freefall to the footpath, cushioned by air!
Pay out good money for a so-called thrill -
I've mine for nothing, but I'd rather be still.
I lack desire to fly and sky-dive,
My body states clearly that I am alive!
Bursting with "rushes" - oh, lucky me!
I offer them to you, then I'll be free.
Just rig up a tube between me and you,
And syphon adrenalin's power straight through!
Technology's wizards will not refrain -
They'll transplant the lot - my loss is my gain!
Don't waste good money for any such thrill,
Take all you want, that I may be still.
By Rhonda