They call him crazy and they call him fool

They greet his name with ridicule

He says things that they don't like

But don't dismiss mr. icke



Let them curse and let them blow

They do not know what they do not know

They truth is like a lightening strike

But don't dismiss mr. icke



Before the protests fled your throat

Take a look at the book he wrote

It won't take up much of your time

It could change your life or even your mind

His taste in tracksuits may be bland

And the wisdom may outweigh the man

And his predictions may be shite

But don't dismiss mr. icke



I'm not saying he's the king

And he himself claims no such thing

He said we all are points of light

And you know what, i think he's right

So friends and neighbours far and near

Don't be swayed by lies and smears

Let them call him what they like

But don't dismiss mr. icke



Don't dismiss mr. icke


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