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 died red?

They don't give a shit Keith Moon is dead

Is that exactly what I though 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 buy some leather

Ain't no better than wearing sheep

Anyone can sell luck heather

You can see that words are cheap!



But did you read the stuff that Julie said?

Or little Jimmy with his hair died red?

They have a standard of perfeciton 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 hearts 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 you're right, hypocrisy will be the death of me

And there's an i before e when you're spelling ecstasy

And you, you two . . . . . . . .



Did you here 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 lay in the centre spread?



Anyone can have an opinion

Anyone can join in and jump

Anyone can pay and just stay away

Anyone can crash and thump



Oklahoma,

Oklahoma,

Oklahoma. . . . . . ? OK