Ruth, send in the next patient Dodio-doe, there'll be no nose job Said dodio-doe, no nose job (smarter than that) People say, yo Humpty now that your records is sellin

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

People round here Call me an airhead The folks round here Red light warning Should go play with the traffic Red light warning Break down coming Know I like a bottle of wine Think I'm better off dead Ain't too refined

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

All around the world people want to be loved All around the world, they’re no different than us All around the world Baby what you doing? Where you at, where you at? Why you working so shy? Holdin' back, holdin' back We're not the only ones doing it like

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

Hang your jacket from the door There's thirty people in the kitchen Well come gather all around me There is something you should know There's no place quite like this place If we get it on the go So, pile your boots up in the corner And there's always

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

And he would play, In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from miles around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to

Sing a song sweet music man 'cause I won't be there To hold your hand like I used to, I'm through with you You're a heck of a singer and powerful man but you surround yourself With people who demand so little of you You touched my soul with your