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(verse 1)
I been norman mailered, maxwell taylored.
I been john o'hara'd, mcnamara'd.
I been rolling stoned and beatled 'til i'm blind.
I been ayn randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause i'm left-handed.
That's the hand i use, well, never mind!
(verse 2) (as before)
i knew a man, his brain was so small,
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry.
He's so unhip that when you say dylan,
He thinks you're talking about dylan thomas,
Whoever he was.
The man ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma, everybody must get stoned.