He came riding in from a storm
With pinball lightning flying through the air.
He walked up to me,
And I swore he looked right through me,
But he knew my name like we
Was long friends.
He said,
“hey man don’t you know me,
Hey, man don’t you know me,
We were so close, so long ago.”,
“hey man don’t you know me,
Hey man don’t you know me,
We were so close so long ago.”
He say,
“Hey man don’t you look so cute,
Standing in that monkey suit,
Let me see you dance for the
Hurdy gurdy man,
I see you done cut your hair,
And I bet you wearing funny underwear,
Now tell me true,
Whats that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
Now tell me true, whats that got to do,
With you,
What’s that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
Now tell me true, what’s that got to do
With you.
I say,
What the hell is it to you,
You don’t know the things I do,
I’ve got a woman to please, and mouths to feed,
And they need games to play, and toys to chase their blues away
And a big closet for hundred dollar shoes
So you’re trying to find your way,
And yeah you got bills to pay,
And make believe, aint so bad second best.
But you missing the only thing, worth a damn to leave behind,
And your kids growin up with a man that doesn’t even know his self.
And so,
What’s that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
Tell me true, what’s that got to do with you,
And he say,
What’s that got to do with you
What’s that got to do with you,
Tell me true, what’s that got to do with you.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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