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Oh go tell the world Paul I'm counting on you
[ steel ]
Three days have gone by Lord and yet I don't see
But here stands my brother a talking with
brother
Walking sideways through the door

Was the same at school
He played the fool
Or took a back seat
While Simon ruled

He played by himself
(Let's play a little game)
(Okay, I'm loosin up now)
(Aw - there it is!)

(I've waited long enough)
Bust a move, let's play a little Simon Says
on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five-to-nine
So make it Epitaph
He wins it by a half
According to this here in my Telegraph

Epitaph,
Holly 'cause it's Raining In My Heart

Now I know what Paul Simon meant by the words he found:
I wish I was Homeward Bound.
Well
I feel like Buddy
fellows,
Have you considered this?
Well, anyway, it's my turn to sing
So shut up, really?

But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here
The morning works looks fine.
Besides the Jockey's brother's a friend of mine.
Needs race,
Needs race,
My friend says the horse needs race.
If he says
away

I hope as I'm leavin'
My message is clear
It's a fool that would turn down
A gift that's so dear
When he offers his blood
Your depts
the earth beneath my feet, 
Yes, I would, 
If I only could, 
I surely would . . . 

Yes I would . . . 

Original English Lyrics by Paul Simon 
Arrangement
bike.
Now watch you most closely, for here the plot does twist.
Enter Simon, the super Scientologist.

"I'm opining sailing Simon. Is you stupid or is
never went to school.
The kangaroo gets nervous when confronted by the size
Of an elephant named Simon who is always telling lies;
He swears he wears
Paul is making me nervous
Paul is making me scared
Walk into this room and swaggers 
Like he's God's own messenger
Changed the name of my brother
on the morning line
The guy has got him figured at five-to-nine
So make it Epitaph
He wins it by a half
According to this here in my Telegraph

Epitaph,
that he could see the evils of the world
Perchance blindness is but a dark thought overcome by the light
Maybe Judas was the better man and Mary made
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
By the name of Prince Paul I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
Identity
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul

I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
And when he I grow up I want to run
As fast as my friend Paul.

There's the prettiest girl in the whole wide world
And her name is Melody Mend
And here
And he?s simply testing in our faith o Brigham Young


My only hope for exaltation Brother Brigham, Brother Young

My only chance for exaltation Brother
she's a goddess
And to Paul, he is a saint
And Adam, he's from the forest
And to Jane, all day she paints

You ask me how I feel now
Well I will tell you
And when he I grow up I want to run
As fast as my friend Paul.

There's the prettiest girl in the whole wide world
And her name is Melody Mend
And here
as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up with
oh Sam
Oh, oh oh Sam
You're my main man
You've got a mum by the name of Anne
And she has got a daughter
And you're brother Simon, well sometimes
About a man who walks among you, a man you each know well.
My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife and three grown kids,
A job in the towers cooking
new physique
Since the world is mine, I'm a write my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow

Now he's an old Mafia don,
of men

Jesus walked out on the water
Said take courage it is me
Peter trusted and he wanted to go farther
So he stepped out on the sea
yeah he