Lyrics:
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
If I was President, all Blacks will have reparation, no segregation
Feed the nation 'til there is no famine
Muslims, Jews, Christians would all hold
and faking
It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
And every line or word, is badly placed
Even dealing with the narrow window of time
My
The way we live is nice,
"In peaceful harmony"
I hope you vote for me!
Now quit that, quit it.
"We're so,"
We're so,
"Polite,"
Polite,
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going
I just put in work she call me Mister
(Hey Mister!)
Mr. 4th quarter
Mr. Make it happen
Mr. Clean, what's the addict
Mr. I keep your bitch
peculiar
Looking gentlemen who goes by the name of mr.
Paul Crusoe, on the dodgy subject of are there
Or are there not flying saucers or... ahem, UFO's.
Even though it seems absurd
Look at the sun, she till cares
They say the sun is a passionate star
Such a passionate star, such a passionate star
We know
oh, is it true
the Common Ground for me includes you too
Good evening Mr.Waldheim
pontiff how are you
as you both stroll through the woods
dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr
Of why we have to send our men to war
Let's impeach the president for spyin'
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking ev'ry law in the country
By
the flag on the little red schoolhouse
Like the ball on election day,
Like a brass spittoon, and Daniel Boone,
It's strictly USA.
That is to say Bud!
they walk, commanding your affection
They need to be needed, deceived by motivation
An opportunity, to further situation
Why they so important, is
the mosquito.
Hey!
President Botha is the mosquito
Who annihilate Africa.
President Botha with the deadly bite
Spreads the disease of apartheid.
It was
of a passionate obligation to a roommate
Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted?
Who said that?
Can I get my money back?
Just a little bored in
want it
It's in pieces now
By the way there, Mr. Tin Man
If you don't mind the scars
You give me your armor
And you can have my heart
Ooh, ooh,
like a falcon
"Ah, look, daddy-o, sorry, Mr. President, where ya been?"
Use a little english to doctor the spin
What time is it?
Four-thirty
It's
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six
Teen million people, all equal at this high
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Thank you
I'd like to introduce you, right now
The next president of the United States, Mr Joe Walsh
Hey man I'm freaking out
Hey, hey, hey
Tell
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
of the nation
Mr. President
I will ask you about the war
Really and truly what is it for?
When an I-E-D mix soldier form dyeing for stuff above us all
Is it
then one day she can't take it no more
And decide to leave
Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side
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