I m just average
common too I m just like him
the same as you I m everybody s brother and son I ain t different from anyone It ain t no use a-talking to me It s just the same as talking to you.
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee
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Cassius Clay
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I m gonna make your face look just like mine Five
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gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen." Well
I don t know
but I ve been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first.
Wowee! Pretty scary! Now
I m liberal
but to a degree I want ev rybody to be free But if you think that I ll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and marry my daughter You must think I m crazy! I wouldn t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.
Well
I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the Cat instead He s a weird monkey
very funky.
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat was falling in my face But they wouldn t let me on the tennis court.
I gotta woman
she s so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I m nude Puts bubblegum in my food She s funny
wants my money
calls me "honey." Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf.
I ve got a million friends! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister s home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin I wound up with the Dean of Women Yippee! I m a poet
and I know it.
Hope I don t blow it.
I m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And I m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course.
Carry the New York Times
shoot a few holes
blow their minds.
Now you re probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What s probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for.
It s nothing It s something I learned over in England.
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