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By Joe Thomas & Howard Biggs
This is Eric Clapton's version

I've got you on my mind, I'm feeling kind of sad and low,
I've got you on my mind,
Does some wizz, loves the biz
Your Eric Clapton's and your Nancy's and your Sids

Mr. Jones helped me understand
The worthless piece of lowlife that I am
all

I came so hard
I slowly lost my eyesight
And I said darlin'
You suck wonderful tonight

Hey get the phone man

Hello, what?
Eric Clapton
Darbies walks,
When Eric Clapton talks
There's only one place it can come from
And it's all meat on the same bone
All meat, same bone,
Do it! 
Don't
NEVER SHOULD'VE STARTED
WRITERS ERIC CLAPTON, STEPHEN BISHOP

Holy Mother, where are you?
Tonight I feel broken in two.
I've seen the stars fall from
Clapton, ukulele. 
Hi Eric! 
On my left Sir Kenneth Clark, bass sax. 
A great honour, sir. 
And specially flown in for us, the session's gorilla on vox
Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing. 
In the groove with Harold Wilson, violin 
And Franklin McCormack on harmonica. 
Over there, Eric Clapton
When Erkel Darbies walks,
When Eric Clapton talks
There's only one place it can come from

And it's all meat on the same bone
All meat, same bone,
And I show no shame 'cause I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name 
It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand

I'm the kid ya dig and I'm
M.C,'s I moe down 
And I show no shame 'cause I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name 
It ain't Eric Clapton and this ain't slowhand

I'm the kid
And I show no shame 'cause I`m down for mine
Now tell me what`s my name 
It ain`t Eric Clapton and this ain`t slowhand

I`m the kid ya dig and I`m
you rather Alex Haley's book on Malcolm X?
Their fuckin' with Ice T but they don't even care if
Eric Clapton's singin' I Shot the Sherriff! 
But how
What?!

[Chorus]

Kool A.D., you good at rapping
Yo Hima, you good at rapping
Yo Victor, you genus latin
Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton
Yo Victor, we
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
you man
To the godfather B.B. King
and to my man Eric Clapton
I think I'm forgettin somebody, man
The Artist, ha-haaaaa
Yo, Jerry Wonder, man,
the darkness sparks the truest art
And you didn't even know you a window till a tornado blew it apart
If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no
the fuck up
I'm not playin, I want to bag ya punk
This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk
Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rappin pump
Zappin Eric
Obsessed with tragic [unintelligible, 5 syllables] like Eric Clapton
These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain
The euphoria of dying
Toxins
the machine
Eric Clapton, BB King, Eagles trafficking cream
And we run DMC I know you know what that mean
Running Rebels '93 white UNLV
Like what could that
crashin'
But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog, that's
crashin'
But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog, that's
Joanie Sommers, Osmond Brothers, Johnny Thunders
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah, Stephen Foster, do-dah do-dah
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda, Surfer Girl
crashin'
But if I go to Heaven would ya'll know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog, that's
Steely Dan and sing me prouder, CC Rider
Edgar Winter, Joanie Sommers, Osmond Brothers, Johnny Thunders
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah, Stephen Foster,
the machine
Eric Clapton, BB King, Eagles trafficking cream
And we run DMC I know you know what that mean
Running Rebels '93 white UNLV
Like what could that