I'm the only one down here Who's got nothing to say About the war Or the rice That keeps going astray on it's way to bombay. And the smog that keeps polluting up our shores Is boring me to tears. Why don't you call me, miss o'dell?
I'm the only one down here Who's got nothing to fear From the waves Or the night That keeps rolling on right up to my front porch. The record player's broken on the floor, And ben, he can't restore it. Miss o'dell.
I can tell you Nothing new Has happened since I last saw you.
And I'm the only one down here Who's got nothing to say About the hip Or the dope Or the cat with most hope to fill the fillmore. And your pushing, shoving, ringing on my bell Is not for me tonight. So, won't you call me, miss o'dell?
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