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I Shall Be Free No. 10 lyrics

I m just average, common too
I m just like him, the same as you
I m everybody s brother and son
I ain t different than anyone
It ain t no use a-talking to me
It s just the same as talking to you.

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you d better run
99, 100 101, 102, your ma won t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleenf.

Well, I don t know, but I ve been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold<
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee! pretty scary !

Now, I m liberal, but to a degree
I want ev rybody to be free
But if you think that I ll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and mary my daughter
You must think I m crazy !
I wouldn t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He s a weird monkey, very funky.

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat falling in my face
But they wouldn t let me on the tennis court.

I gotta woman, she s so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I m nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She s funny, wants my money, calls me honey.

Now I gotta friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I ve got a million friends !

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sister s home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee ! I m a poet, and I know it
Hope I don t blow it.

I m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds.

You re probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What s probably got you baffled more
What this thing here is for
It s nothing
It s something I learned over in England
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