tell me what I don’t know
see which way the wind blow
spinnin like a gyro
playin with the vertigo
puttin on a big show
fakin like a puppet show
hear me up in idaho
this is it, here we go
it don’t matter what it is
it don’t matter if it true
listen what i say to you
dig my words, dig me, too
leavin on a jet plane
hoppin to the south of spain
sippin on the champagne
scared to try the cocaine
stayin home it so mundane
want to be like charlemagne
livin large, i can’t complain
it ain’t real, its all in vain
it don’t matter what it is
it don’t matter if it true
listen what i say to you
dig my words, dig me, too
tell me that you like my song
yo to me, i can’t be wrong
be my posse, be my throng
if you like, you sing along
ring the bell, bang the gong
dig it man, like tommie chong
fifteen likes and goin strong
make me feel like i belong
it don’t matter what it is
it don’t matter if it true
listen what i say to you
dig my words, dig me, too
copyright 2016, joseph e bird
December 24, 2016 at 9:13 am
lookout kid, don’t latter what you did . . .
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December 24, 2016 at 9:16 am
fakin Dylan
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December 24, 2016 at 9:13 am
latter= matter
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December 24, 2016 at 9:47 am
Merry Christmas! 🙂
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December 24, 2016 at 10:02 am
Thanks, IB. You, too!
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December 24, 2016 at 6:47 pm
It’s all about the word play.
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December 24, 2016 at 9:05 pm
Yeah, man.
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