That could fly out the window of my home
To see for me what my future could bring
If I could get the bottle to do my thing
So Bobby D, do you need another gong
The price of your tickets, surely that’s wrong
Take the mick, we are hungry, our diet is porn
The future is coming of which you did warn
I know Bobby D that you are the status quo
And to serve the chief commander you solemnly swore
I’m writing you this song cause my words are too tough
There’s not many men out there who’ll let me get rough
Here’s to Joan and Joni and Paul Simon too
And to all the artists that rocked hell with you
Here’s to the damage we can do with a pen
If only I could blow my tormented wind
I’m dying tomorrow so I’ll say goodbye today
I’m tired of getting nowhere on the lost highway
Please write a song for my baby blue
If anyone could sing it, I know it is you
Times have changed and they’ll change again
It seems we are in for a world of pain
Your masters of war have done a good job
The protest singers now know how to shut their gob
Cheers!
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