It takes some time, feelin inferior
Standin in front of my mirror
Comb my hair in a thousand ways
But I came out lookin just the same
Daddy said son you better see the world
I wouldn’t blame ya if ya wanted to leave
But remember one thing, don’t loose your head
To a woman that’ll spend your bread
So I got out, whoa
Paris was the place, you could hardly win
If you found you didn’t fit in
Good friends, police wouldn’t give me no keys
To claim I was a nasty person
Down along the left found mine of my own, whoa (?)
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for insightin the peaceful riot
When all I wanted was a couple of tea (?)
I was accused, whoa
Down in Rome I wasn’t getting enough
Of the things that keep a young man alive
My body stunk, but I kept my funk, whoa
At a time I was right outta luck
Getting desperate indeed I was, yeah
You’re looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear, I better get outta here
For nobody can get no sanction (?)
I was running for days, no, no
On the Peeking ferry I was feelin merry
Sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit-eyed lady
By the light of an eastern moon
Shaghi-lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain’t natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oooh, people I was glad I found her
Oooh, coz I was glad I found her, whoa
I firmly believe that I
Didn’t need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be
The women I’ve know I wouldn’t let tie my shoe
They wouldn’t give ya the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was-a glad I found her
And if there ever way I’d talked to you (?)
To help ya on the way down the road
I couldn’t quote ya no Dickens, Sherry or Keyes (?)
Coz it’s all been said before
Make the best out of bad time, laugh it off, ha
Ya didn’t have to call me anyway
So remember every picture tells a story don’t it
Every picture tells a story don’t it (repeat till end)
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