|G |Bb |
I was Union Jacked, Kerouac'd
C |Eb |
John Birched, stopped and searched
G |A7 C |D |
Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind
|G |Bb |
I've been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
C |Eb |
Communist 'cos I'm lefthanded:
G |A7 |G |C Eb G|G |C Eb G|G |
That's the hand they use, well, never mind!
|G |Bb |
I've been Walt Disneyed, Dis Disleyed
C |Eb |
John Lennoned, Krishna Menoned
G |A7 C |D |
Walter Brennan punched out Cassius Clay
|G |Bb
I've heard the truth from Lenny Bruce
|C |Eb |
and all my wealth won't buy me health
G |D |G |C Eb G|G |C Eb G|G |
So I smoke a pint of tea a day
| |F
I knew a man his brain so small,
| |G |
He couldn't think of nothin' at all.
|C
He's not the same as you and me.
| |F |
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
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|G | |C |
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas,
|
Whoever he is.
|F |G |
The man ain't got no culture,
| |
But its alright, Ma,
|C | | |
It's just sumpthin' I learned over in England.
|G |Bb |
I've been James Joyced, Rolls Royced
C |Eb |
Mick Jaggered, silver daggered
G |A7 |D |
Andy Warhol won't you please come home?
|G |Bb |
I've been mother, fathered, aunt and uncled
C |Eb |
Tom Wilsoned, Art Garfunkled
G |A7 |G | | |
Barry Kornfeld's mother's on the phone
G |Bb |
When in London, do as I do
C |Eb |
Find yourself a friendly haiku
G |D |G |
Go to sleep for ten or fifteen years
