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Keedeysville reverie
It's been 30 years nowSince I stood on the banks
Of the little Antietam
And heard the cannons roar
And the whit of the rifle ball
The grey smoke rising
And the blue sky falling
All I remember now
Are the purple flowers glowing
In the fading twilight
As the sun's last rays
Kissed the branches
By the banks
Of the little Antietam
The leaves shook
On the aspen trees
But there was no breeze
Spirit moved on the waters
Sunset by the banks
Of the little Antietam
ode to Hawking
Steven Hawking, the Guardian, 5.15.11 :
"There is no heaven..., that is a fairy story
for people afraid of the dark."
In reality, there is no matter, that is a
fairy story for people afraid of the light.
good one free idea
My research leads me to believe, "If you want to walk in the light,you can't be afraid of the dark."
foghorn blues
A lonesome whistle blowsFor the lost sailor
Riding on the swells
With Dolphins at the bow
Come hither to our port
A storm is brewing
Nay, I shall stand against the waves
Upon my rock
And turn back the wind
The Green Beret
Traditional Ode To The Green Beret
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage deep, from the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her this last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
now that really ticks me off
spamming all these folks lovely poems!!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrr**********************************
I am not young enough to know everything.
Oscar Wilde
have a fun and safe 4th
The Trappers
Way back in 1821
I was hired as a corporate gun
The Ashley firm was out for a profit
And Beaver fur was hot on the market
I was young and green as they go
A farmboy from the sticks of "Hio"
With shot and powder and a handful of traps,they said:
Go get 'em boys we ain't got any maps
Well they call me the Trapper
Each days a new chapter
They call me the Trapper
And the stars are my rafters
The beaver fur they call it a "plew"
All I know's I got somethin' to do
Fifty weeks of paying my dues
Till I hit the Rendezvous
For two weeks with a bottle of whiskey
And Native girls who want to get frisky
Gambling the night away
There's time to work and a time to play
They call us the Trappers
Who live for the laughter
They call us the Trappers
Flirtin' with diaster
I've seen Buffalo fill the plain
Watched the wolves howl in the rain
Guided the wagon trains to gold
It never gets old
They call us the Trappers
And that's all that matters
was just sitting around jamming in Em when...
this happpened, Hope it's not too bad.
Mr. Hyde
You consume me
You illume me
But Lord knows it ain't right what you're doing to me
I want to laugh
I want to dance
I want to hold you in my arms and make romance
What's that you say ?
It's not the same ?
Did you think that this was just a game ?
Guess all those things
That you said
Were just more lies so I would be miss-led
chorus
But I'll keep holding on
Even though I know you're gone
And just a memory to me now
And someday I will love again
Someday I will find a friend
To heal the heart that you cut out
won't do any good just sitting in the notebook
Slick Willie and Cowboy Jim7/28/11
Well Slick Willie and Cowboy Jim
They crossed roads one day
Ducking the wind
The city slicker and the good ol' redneck
They broke out the cards and they
Shuffled the deck
Cowboy cut and Willie dealt out a hand
Cowboy Jim was quick to
Take command
He raised the pot and said
I'll take three
Before I put you out of your misery
Willie smiled and said
If you please
He had a pair of Jacks and one up his sleeve
He raised the pot again and
Just took two
Said: "Hey Cowboy, it's up to you."
chorus:
Let the games begin
And don't let cheating hearts lead you to sin
Just play your daily hand
And let each day make you a better man
Now Cowboy bluffed the first time around
Cause he's been hopin' for a
Big night on the town
But now he's sittin' with a pair of Queens
And thinkin' that he might
Just lose his dream
But then he gambled and said: "I'm all in"
Go big or go home
I'm here to win
Cause life can change in the blink of an eye
And leave you wishin' for
The things you can't buy
Now Jim's "all in" is chump change to Willie
He thought that country boy was
Just actin' silly
But at the moment he reached for his sleeve
The wind picked up and he
Let out a sneeze
And when the dust cleared he looked on the ground
For the third Jack the Cowboy
Had found
Cowboy said: "I'll give you three steps to run"
Before I break out my
Fancy six-gun
And drop that cash while you run if you please
Or I'll put bullets into
Both your knees
Let the games begin
And don't let cheatin' hearts lead you to sin
Just play your daily hand
And let each day make you a better man
efinglement
The deconstructionOf the human personality
Rarely feels pleasant
But it does
Reveal character.
She takes her sun dress
Down to the tailor.
I see no difference
Between success and failure.
If I have managed to elude
The necessity to win or lose
It's because I choose;
To;
Pick up my pencil and draw
Pay no attention to the obvious flaws;
Or you may miss the line
That reveals
The grand design.
A 3d mandala in motion,
Consisting of harmony
Forever maintained
There is no right place
For this emotion
I'll just end up
Swallowing it again.
Whether I pour
Paint in the fountain, or glue;
It all still comes up right,
In a gusher of light,
Sun splattered;
Me & you.
Get Up, Stand up.
Bob Marley
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Preacher man don't tell me
Heaven is under the earth
I know you don't know
What life is really worth
It's not all that glitters is gold
Half the story has never been told
So now you see the light
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Most people think
Great good will come from the skies
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high
But if you know what life is worth
You would look for yours on earth
And now you've seen the light
You stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up (yeah, yeah)
Stand up for your rights (oh)
Get up, stand up (get up stand up)
Don't give up the fight (life is your right)
Get up stand up (so we can't give up the fight)
Stand up for your right (lord lord)
Get up, stand up (people struggling on)
Don't give up the fight (yeah)
We're sick and tired of your ism-schism game
To die and go to heaven in Jesus' name
We know and understand
Almighty God is a living man
You can fool some people sometimes
But you can't fool all the people all the time
And now we've seen the light (What you gonna do)
We gonna stand up for our rights
Get up, stand up
Stand up for you rights
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
rule
When it's perfectPerfectly perfect
Perfectly perfectly clear
That's how I know
I can trust it;
When it's perfect
Perfectly perfect,
That's how I know it is
You;
And I open up the door.
Stand up tall, and
Let it all go
By.
Take a stand
Make a stand
And hold your ground.
Spiritual warrior
In a war in which
You have no part
But impartial observer.
For no reason, do Love,
for there is
no reason
to Love.
Now it is perfect
Perfectly perfect
Perfectly perfectly clear
Time to relax
It is in good hands
The rule of Love
has cut a path
shown a way
endured,
when all else fell away.
It's the perfect
The perfectly perfect
The perfectly perfectly clear
Which is all that remains.
It's perfect
It's perfectly perfect
It's perfectly perfectly clear
No more doors or walls
or celings or floors
It's perfectly clear
We are all
brothers and sisters
from here.
Inviolate Volatility
Intense sunlightstreaming through
a bulb of red nectar
reacts laser-like with the
thrumming green wings of
a hummingbird about to dine.
But is this moment manufactured?
Like a Simile, Love a Simian
My girlfriend does this thing whereshe bites her own tongue, and hard
which results in her jaw
......................................dropping and jutting forward.
......................................This radical countenance shift
......................................is commonly accompanied by
......................................a sonic phenomena that mixes
......................................the onset of a grunt with
......................................the departure of a squeal.
......................................It's the happiest sound I know, so
I call the whole thing her monkey face.
A few days ago I did a bad thing.
We were talking about her monkey face
when I added an adjective—ugly—
which I promptly revised into distorted
but she's pretty quick about these things.
After she nailed me for the lingual slip
we laughed about it, which was good
since we had both been ready an hour
before to call an end to the relationship.
We had forgotten for a time how to listen.
Over the next several days I considered
the inquietude of modifiers and realized
I never got to finish: "when compared to
conventional notions of truth and beauty."
But these are culture bound contradictions;
I get to experience Aeden's love unchained.
Her feral ferocity incites my primate primal;
her monkey face the most beautiful I know.
Wrote this one after the feeling.
If you've felt it, then you do not know love. If you've known it then you do not know love. If you've dreamt it then you do not know love. The state of my being is not love, it is not anything, for I am existing in a state of being, surrounded by these ideals. The animals know of love, for they surround each other, and protect their own. As humans, we are not capable of love, not until our dying days, when we are holding the hand of the person that we've spent our lives with, man or woman, can we understand what it is like to truly love someone. The sky holds the knowledge, the clouds hold the rain, the rain holds life, and with life comes love. You cannot teach or learn love. Relationships are prisons, one trapped within the other. Only when the birds are free to roam the sky's and sing their songs will they be happy, the feathers will fall to the earth where they will return, singing their love songs to each other to find a mate, to find the bird with the most attractive colors, the beautiful voice, the one with the alluring dance. I am a crow. I am black, I have seen death, I have seen life, my call is ruthless, yet I have no hope for love - I will return my feathers to the earth, when the earth will also be black, with my heart, and I will rejoice in the song of the winds, bringing me back home, to be reborn into a phoenix with an ember in my heart, a spark, a flame, in hopes to one day hear a song sung for me, until that day, I will fly through the ash with my black feathers, hoping to hear the words again ~ Love
the Dead/Winterland poem from the Official Book of the Deadheads
Hey now,
Happy 10-19-1974 !!!
Can someone please post the poem about the Dead at winterland.....it was over one of the pictures of the October '74 run at Winterland in the book, The Official Book of the Deadheads........
Its a great little poem........
Thanks,
Chris
amethyst deceivers. amethyst deceivers. amethyst deceivers.
Pay your respects to the vulturesFor they are your future
Our fathers and mothers
Have failed to release us
Into the welcoming arms
Of the amethyst deceivers.
Halloween, Pumpkins and Hobgoblins
We don't need your steeenking HalloweenWe don't need you steeenking pumpkins
We don't need no steeenking hobgoblins
We especially don't need your, steenking Harvest Moon!
we the trees
i am different because i am the samei am myself through all that iv changed
growth an learning remains the constant goal
still at times i lose the will to self control
letting go taking hold
hiding the pain so nobody knows
caring for others beyond my self
healing within for greater self wealth
seeing the light in darkness of night,
the moon a dry mirror in the sky
reflecting the light from the divine
knowing myself as you and i , i bless our hearts
together we are better and shall not depart
we mustnt fracture without each other our lives scatter
into a fractal of suffering pain
only together can we change
must refrain from letting go
always trusting though we never know
time is slow as its fast
nows today till its passed
like the cycle of a tree
our souls the roots our lives the leaves
to spring to life, buds that burst to bloom
always knowing, to die and fall is our doom
our thoughts looming, we cherish our seed
knowing that someday they will be more trees
just like these only better
with our blessings i know they will get there
Namaste <3
~~\_MOUNTAINS of the MOON_/~~
clothed in tatters thoughts sent scatteredgrace where did you go?
one is the lonely one is the part
one is the plenty at one with the heart
how did we get here where do we go
theres so many questions i wish to know
many the answer and many do lie
the cost of life is all of us die
all too often not asking why
but theres an answer although it hides
so we seek an so we climb
to reach the answer deep down inside
they call it nirvana the practice of zen,
call it the knowing of now is still then
yet were moving forward, the cycle of more
the gleaming light beyond the door
looking for the key to when
all my problems are never again
Terrapin, A Slight Return
Of all these words our sorrows plight,The dark begins to fade the light..
When our madness reigns supreme,
And all our life it seems a dream..
Trust in faith, inside we dwell..
A light no shadows dark may dispel.
The fire's glow, grows faint again.
An empty feeling spilling in..
Only love can fill that hole.
It's up to us to keep control.
Why we wonder of this light?
Why the darkness tries to fight?
all the answers are within..
of the truth we've always been.
It's all with reason and something looms
It is our glory+ not our doom-
Crazy Fingers of Help On The Way
run to the river, let it call us to the seawhere we may find some comfort, possibly
under the rainbow where my love lay
all of tomorrow mixed with today
gentle the rhythm calls out to me
graces my fingers with long lost memory
now is the time that always has been
release hold and let your love pour in
its only a dream if nothings as it seems
how are we here and where have we been
where are we going, will we be let in
all this time spent wondering
many the way of becoming
many the parts, many the cycles
all with reason, all that we fight through
the striving to be
the yearning to see
life a chance we behold
as each of our stories unfold
each setting sun rising as one
through the doubts, loss an pain
brings light to wonder, the unbroken chain
everything just as should be
including you inside of we
Saint Stephen
Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to hell
Cast a coin an fall to rhyme
Find yourself by losing time
Wonder why and fall some more
You came to knock now open the door
An look inside another world to play and hide
All across the universe so many separate tones
Can not be forced but come in time
All in all at one in the mind
As seconds pass into days
The futures lost in doubtful haze
Realization striking in
All that’s now and all that’s been
All is one and moving forward
The upward spiral of cosmic order
The border of the seen and unseen
Clearer each day only realization
Unwinds the minds maze
But such a cost
The more we wonder the less we find
Realizing singularity the soul divine
Alive As You Or Me
I dreamed I saw the President last nightHe was dressed in a greasemonkey's outfit
A gray shirt with the Jiffy Lube logo
embroidered in crimson over his heart
opposite which stitched in script was Barry
In my dream Barry was saying he hoped
I changed my oil every three thousand miles
My thinking then turned to the speed of light
six hundred seventy million six hundred
sixteen thousand six hundred twenty nine
miles per hour both as particle and wave
Barry kept saying how vital it was
an oil change regime every three thousand
miles while particles cruise by at light speed
I find my mind inclined to do the math
But Barry was saying he had a scheme
a box bet and we were at the dog track
waiting for a window where he wagers
six dollars on three picks win place and show
Barry calls it a Tyrant Trifecta
I see his logo is pulsating red
his name tag unravels and restitches
itself as Barack Hussein Obama
Saddam Hussein Osama bin Laden
Muammar Gaddafi a string of names
sliding and slipping into each other
like serpents threading their way through a skull
I want to run and hide but my feet sink
in wet cement the Chinese Theatre
a red carpet rolling out to greet me
cameras flashing blinding white lightning
Barry is at a podium saying how liberating
freedom and democracy
blood and oil
schemes and dreams
hope and change
capital gains
lubricate the virginal century
like vaseline once you get the sand out
corporate handouts keep islands afloat
Against this rising tide you all shall drift
rudderless into default's decaying ruins
singing tunes like hallelujah bum again
And thus from history's nightmare I awake
Runner
Wind at her backshe needs no urging
the road falls away
no match for her motivation
inspired she, driven onward
the determination within
lit with a fire
burns brightly without end
goals will be met
there is no try
inspired runner will not be denied
golden pony-tail bounce
so hypnotic
captivating in it's motion
Generating Buzz for Blind Huber
Nick Flynn's apiarypoetry gave me hives
his bee verse collected
grains of golden pollen
lodge deep within dermis
irritate subcutaneously
like a freshly inked tattoo
urgent craving scratching
the needle
the stinger
the stung
Bear
…and was…but will not be again.
No one saw the train leave the station
Just heard about it over the radio
Read about it over the internet
The Kentucky bluegrass bent
Bourbon not its best son
But someone called Bear
Master Illusionist
Grand Experimenter
A cowboy riding onward pushed by the
dry desert winds to the
Curious Dreamtime
Say hello for me to the nut that drove the Bus
To the one who ran FURTHUR
To the one who made the rusty strings shine
See ya down the Golden Road, Bear!
irritate subcutaneously?
Some times one line can make a whole poem, no matter the words before or after.
Song of an Occupant's Occipital
Where the octopi occupy the sky..........there I'll pitch my tent
..........pay no landlord rent
protest tentacles occlude horizons
My occupation must be occasional
..........as a sensational
..........seasonal occult
An occurrence occidental to itself
Bob Marley: Chase them Crazy Baldheads
Them crazy, them crazyWe gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of town
I and I build a cabin
I and I plant the corn
Didn't my people before me
Slave for this country
Now you look me with a scorn
Then you eat up all my corn
We gonna chase those crazy baldheads
Chase them crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
Build your penitentiary, we build your schools
Brainwash education to make us the fools
Hate is your reward for our love
Telling us of your God above
We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy bunkheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan
We won't take no bribe, we got stay alive
We gonna chase those crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
Bob Marley: Mr. Brown
Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?)Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin
(Where is he found?)
In the coffin where there is
Three crows on top and two is laughing
Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now!
He is nowhere to be found
From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by remote?
O-o-oh, calling duppy conqueror,
I'm the ghost-catcher!
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,
Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah!
Down in parade
People runnin like a masquerade
The police make a raid,
But the - oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The thing get fade
What a thing in town
Crows chauffeur-driven around,
Skankin' as if they had never known
The man they call "Mr Brown"
I can't tell you where he's from now
From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
From Mandeville to Slygoville
one two no one
Gimme that gimme thatGimme that thing
Or if you ain't want to
I'm crawling back to my cave
If it takes two to tango
It always
Takes one to know One
He said to noone
If too many have too few
And too few have too many
There's gonna be some changes come
So gimme that gimme that
Gimme that big fat thing
regular joe
I'm a regular joethat's what I got
I live in the park
I sleep in a lot
If you look at my life,
It ain't too hot
So I drink til I'm drunk
Then I just don't stop
I'm a regular joe
That's all I got
If you look at my life
It ain't so hot
So I drink til I'm drunk
And then I just don't stop
Down in Pakistan
The clock is ticking My finger is slipping
And I'm just itching
To drop my load
Down in Pakistan
Then head back to Afganistan
Want to be home in Indieann
Got my orders from above
Mitt's got a hair trigger finger
And I'm taking no prisoners
Down in Pakistan
Down in Pakistan
Down in Pakistan
Through the Khyber Pass, laddies!
For mom and god and apple pieWe'll rule the land the sea and sky
Thanks we gave
To still be alive
Today we march
10 klicks times five
Kick the shit out of those ragheads, laddies
You know they are the baddies
Non-believers are they
So we'll take their countrys' away
For dad and jesus and turkey
We'll deny the high ground
And take their artillery
We'll stomp out their poppy
(And you can bet we won't be sloppy)
Kick the shit out of those ragheads, laddies
You know they are the baddies
Non-believers are they
We'll take their countrys' away
Boo-Yah!
Boo-Yah!
Boo-Yah!!!
Ode to the US Special Forces attacking Pakistan through Afghanistan, Thanksgiving Day 2011
S O S
SOS-Abandon ship, All is lost,It has come to this, to be
Thrown on the deck to
Flippy flop freak, til I'm dead.
Wonder why the wave came
And washed it all away
For a bit, now eyes seek
The horizon line.
I know the next wave
Is gonna be the best one
SOS-Abandon ship
All is lost, it's come to this
Mark the world Null and Void
Before you turn off the lights,
And lock the door.
grateful dreaming, happy Thanksgiving
God's Mountain
Welcome to God's mountain
We're the human race
King of all the animals
Floating into space
Come and join the party
And sorry 'bout the mess
There's this thing called money
So we foul up our nest
Seven billion children
Who need to get along
To lay down all their guns
And put away their bombs
To find whatever's broken
And fix whatever's wrong
To shake each other's hand
And fill the world with song
My friend said "don't you worry"
If it seems too late
And if you knew what lies ahead
You wouldn't hesitate
To put an end to hunger
And stop the need for war
Take care of all God's creatures
Love what you're living for
Survival of the fittest
It's only for the beast
The best things always come
When everyone enjoys the feast
Lies
Whatever you need toTell yourself, baby
To make it all go away
Whatever you need to
Tell yourself
To make it all seem okay
Lies, lies, it all comes back to
Lies, lies, they swarm you
Like flies. Lies, lies
I see through your disguise
Whatever you need to
Tell yourself baby
To make it all seem okay
Whatever you need to say
Lies, lies, there's no place left to hide.
Right here, right now
What is right for youIs right with you
Right here and now
In every now,
if you can see
Through the static and
Filter out the spam
It becomes automatic
the instant realization
Of Truth and Love.
Free of illusion
Love is Everywhere
kettle of fish
kettle, I could neverThink anything bad about you
Anyway, it was just
That one night
It was just that one time
I put my fingers in your hair
You were grinning ear to ear
It was just that one night
It was just that one time
But I can still see your eyes
My little kettle of fish
A Child Smiles
Amidst falling fall leavesSwirling in cool breezes
The child sees no chore
Or working extra to pay coming fuel bills
A child sees a comfortable place
For rolling and tumbling
And looks with curious wonder
At the neighbor next door
An old man retired
With nothing to do
Every nice day he rakes those leaves
and piles up plastic bags
That the child uses
as another playground.
Grey clouds and cold
Bring a worrying look
From the Old Man
But the child sees
Another day of miracle and wonder
With no burden of time passing
Lou Reed: Busload Of Faith
You can't depend on your familyYou can't depend on your friends
You can't depend on a beginning
You can't depend on an end
You can't depend on intelligence
You can't depend on a god
You can only depend on one thing
You need a Busload of Faith to get by
You can depend on the worst always happening
You can depend on a murderer's drive
You can bet that if he rapes somebody
there'll be no problem having a child
And you can bet that if she aborts it
Pro-Lifers will attack her with rage
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a Busload of Faith to get by
You can't depend on the goodly hearted
The goodly hearted made lampshades and soap
You can't depend on the Sacrament
no Father, no Holy Ghost
You can't depend on any churches
unless there's a real estate you want to buy
You can't depend on the air
You can't depend on a wise man
You can't find them because they're not there
You can depend on cruelty
crudity of thought and sound
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a Busload of Faith to get by
Checking It Twice
Always advance advice alluringlyBeware becoming boredom's beholder
Contemplate clams cartwheeling carelessly
Dispense dandelions dancing defiantly
Eliminate envy eventually
Facilitate frogs fleeing fricasseeing
Gift genuinely gaudy garlands
Help honor holy homelessness
Improvise inhaling invisible ink
Judge Judy Jetson judiciously
Keep knowledge's knowing karmic
Let luminous lemmings lead
Make municipal munificence mandatory
Never nurture neo-nastiness
Observe other odd opinions
Plant perennial pleasure patches
Question quirky quantum qualities
Resist reacting really rashly
Soul suicide saves society
Take time to think
Use understanding until untroubled
Volunteer volatility's vigorous vibrations
Wander wherever wilderness withers
Xenophobically x-ray Xmas xylophones
Yearn your yonder years
Zig zag zany zeitgeist
one and two in nocturnal blue
soft honey feathersmaple flame
and gently sink again
Miles flickers in languid float
pillow soak
pink coils in whiskey coat
fingers in fur til infinity ends
Beatles: Baby You're A Rich Man
How does it feel to beOne of the beautiful people?
Now that you know who you are.
What do you want to be?
And have you traveled very far?
Far as the eyes can see
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
How often have you been there?
Often enough to know
What did you see when you were there?
Nothing that doesn't show
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo
What a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
Tuned to a natural E
Happy to be that way
Now that you've found another key
What are you going to play?
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo
What a thing to do
Baby, baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man too
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby, baby you're a rich man too (fade out)