Anyone can have an opinion Anyone can join in and jump Anyone can pay or just stay away Anyone can crash and thump But did you read the stuff that Julie said Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red? They don't give a shit, Keith Moon is dead Is that exactly what I thought I read? Typewriter tappers, you're all just crappers You listen to love with your intellect A4 pushers, you're all just cushions Morality ain't measured in a room, he wrecked Anyone can buy some leather Ain't no better than wearing sheep Anyone can sell lucky heather You can see that words are cheap But did you read the stuff that Julie said Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red? They have a standard of perfection there That you and me can never ever share Typewriter bangers on, you're all just hangers on Everyone's human 'cept Jools and Jim Late copy churners, rock and roll learners Your heart's are melting in pools of gin But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye A little wine would bring us closer, you and I 'Cos you're right, hypocrisy will be the death of me And theirs an' I before E when you're spelling ecstasy And you, you two Did you hear the stuff that Krishna said Or know for you that Jesus blood was shed? Is it in your heart or in your head? Or does the truth lie in the center spread? Anyone can have an opinion Anyone can join in and jump Anyone can pay or just stay away Anyone can crash and thump Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma, OK © TOWSER TUNES INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com