from "Soundtracks" (p)1970

To leave the boy with the long hair 
Are you singing, [bad word]   [bad word] a naturally chosen, 
Call him number one to sleep for. 
He sings another grip and still 
Momma, pappa know one knows him. 
The one way they look at me 
I don’t lease in the morning crowd stay. 

He’ll get a drink to his head, 
Everyone gets to know he’s the next to fight. 
As victory don’t get him 
When he wins a cup, camouflage. 
When I talk to you 
You just sing we’re right, the way back. 
Can you hear me my friend? 
Don’t break room, wish me luck. 

Why, why don’t you dedicate 
To follow chicks, so stupid, Saturday afternoon? 
I, I know you and where you go 
Like a stupid guy, stupid guys remain. 

He’ll get a drink to his head, 
No one get to know he’s the next to fight. 
He read the story in bed 
Where daddy made me sleep in a frown. 
When I talk to you 
You just sing you’re right, the way back. 
Can you hear me my friend? 
Don’t break room, wish me luck. 

Why, why don’t you dedicate 
To follow chicks, so stupid, Saturday afternoon? 
I, I know you and where you go 
Like a stupid guy, stupid guys remain. 

To leave the boy with the long hair 
Are you singing, [bad word]   [bad word] a naturally chosen, 
Call him number one to sleep for. 
He sings another grip and still 
Momma, pappa know one knows him.