Lyric I Shall Be Free No.10
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, fie, fo, fum, cassius clay, here i come
26, 27, 28, 29, i m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, cassius clay you d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 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.
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, fie, fo, fum, cassius clay, here i come
26, 27, 28, 29, i m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, cassius clay you d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 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.
