Anyone can have an opinion

Anyone can join in and jump

Anyone can pay or just stay away

Anyone can crash and thump



But did you read the stuff that Julie said?

Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?

They don't give a shit Keith Moon is dead

Is that exactly what I thought I read?



Typewriter tappers

You're all just crappers

You listen to love with your intellect

A4 pushers

You're all just cushions

Morality ain't measured in a room

He wrecked.



Anyone can by some leather

Ain't no better than wearing sheep

anyone can sell lucky heather

You can see that words are cheap!



But did you read the stuff that Julie said?

Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?

They have a standard of perfection there

That you and me can never share



Typewriter bangers on

You're all just hangers on

Everyone's human 'cept Jools and Jim

Late copy churners

Rock and Roll learners

Your heart's are melting in pools

Of gin



But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye

A little wine would bring us closer, you and I

'Cos your right, hypocrisy will be the death of me

And theirs an I before e when your spelling ecstasy

And you, you two......



Did you hear the stuff that Krishna said?

Or know for you that Jesus' blood was shed?

Is it in your heart or in your head?

Or does the truth lie in the center spread?



Anyone can have an opinion

Anyone can join in and jump

Anyone can pay or just stay away

Anyone can crash and thump



Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma......OK.