G Bb I was Union Jacked, Kerouac'd C Eb John Birched, stopped and searched G A7 C D Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind G Bb I've been Ayn Randed, nearly branded C Eb Communist 'cos I'm lefthanded: G A7 G C Eb GG C Eb GG That's the hand they use, well, never mind! G Bb I've been Walt Disneyed, Dis Disleyed C Eb John Lennoned, Krishna Menoned G A7 C D Walter Brennan punched out Cassius Clay G Bb I've heard the truth from Lenny Bruce C Eb and all my wealth won't buy me health G D G C Eb GG C Eb GG So I smoke a pint of tea a day F I knew a man his brain so small, G He couldn't think of nothin' at all. C He's not the same as you and me. F He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that G C When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas, | Whoever he is. F G The man ain't got no culture, | | But its alright, Ma, C It's just sumpthin' I learned over in England. G Bb I've been James Joyced, Rolls Royced C Eb Mick Jaggered, silver daggered G A7 D Andy Warhol won't you please come home? G Bb I've been mother, fathered, aunt and uncled C Eb Tom Wilsoned, Art Garfunkled G A7 G Barry Kornfeld's mother's on the phone G Bb When in London, do as I do C Eb Find yourself a friendly haiku G D G Go to sleep for ten or fifteen years