“I’m not a Beatles fan, but I am a John Lennon fan.”
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending,
mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth, now
I've had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric,
paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth, now
Just gimme me some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
son of Tricky Dicky
Is going to Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
Amazing, isn’t it, how topical this song is 50 years later?
Stuffies doing their cover of the Lennon song.
That song was always a blast to busk in downtown Minneapolis around 1989.
Did I mention I occasionally did “air guitar performances” while singing (sic) with an empty guitar case? I took great efforts to carefully put the “guitar” back into the case when I was done with my performance.
Okay, singing was probably a bit strong of a word to use here. You get the idear tho’, right?

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