Album: Inside Folk Songs
Well, for a long time now I've been aware
That like I'm alright but like the world is square.
So I'll tell all you people you can take my tip
It does not pay to be hip.
Now just last week I found myself in the red
With no way to meet my overhead
So like I went to my buddy
And asked him for some bread,
And here is what he said:
He said, âYou want white bread,
Rye bread, pumpernickel, whole wheat
Cracked wheat, challa or bialy?â
I said, âLaterâ.
He said, âYou mean three or four o'clock?â
I said, âLaterâ.
He said, âYou mean Thursday or Friday?â
I said, âForget itâ.
Now I was feelin uptight, so like I went to see the man.
I heard he always had some stuff on hand.
I said, âTell me, baby, can you spare some pot?â
He said, âYou're welcome to anything I got.
And I've got steel pots, brass pots, cast iron, aluminum
Pyrex, Winbex.â
I said, âCool itâ.
He said, âYou mean put it in the refrigerator?â
I said, âCool itâ.
He said, âYou mean turn on the air conditioning?â
I said, âForget itâ.
Now I was feeling strung out
And hung up and brought down.
There was nobody hip like in the whole damn town.
So I run upon a chick, and she was long and tall
And asked her would she care to ball.
And she said, âFootball, baseball, volleyball, or basketball,
Handball, pinball, bowling ball?â
I said, âYou're putting me on.â
She says, âOn the train, on the plane,
On the bus or on the sidewalk?â
I said, âI wanna make itâ.
She said, âMake what?â
I said, âA scene.â
I said, âI want to make a scene!â
She said, âShakespeare, Clifford Odetts,
Arthur Miller or Pirandello?â
I said, âForget itâ.
She says, âyou know what I'd like to do?â
I said, âNo, what?â
And she said, âI'd like to make love to youâ.
And I said, âGo, baby, go!â
And she left.