I called up my mother the other day said are ya sittin’ down
been kicking some ideas around, are ya ready for this —
i been reading Emma Goldman,
hanging out with puppets and circus clowns
and i’m beginning to think, i’m an anarchist.
she said i wouldn’t want to live in your world and right then i knew
that can’t be true, what can a poor boy do
i called up the president, it was the present tense said are ya sitting down
been kicking some ideas around, are ya ready for this —
I been thinking about Ghandhi, martin luther king,
i just read the sermon on the mount
and I’m beginning to think, i’m a pacafist.
he said i wouldn’t want to live in your world and right then i knew
that can’t be true, what can a poor boy do
i called up the preacher said i’m glad I could reach ya are ya sittin’ down
been kicking some ideas around, are ya ready for this —
every great story, I’ve read is God’s glory and it can’t be bound
in William Blake, for heaven’s sake, is where I found Jesus.
i called up myself, i called me thy self said are ya sittin’ down
been kicking some ideas around, are ya ready for this-
it’s a heck of a whale, a mighty tall tale you been chasing round
but if i was you, i’d write some radio hits.
when i said i wouldn’t want to live in your world and right then i knew
that can’t be true, what can a poor boy do