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[Intro] A Simple Desultory Philippic Or How I Was Lyndon Johnson'd Into Submission [Verse 1] I was Union Jacked, Kerouac'd John Birched, stopped and searched Rolling Stoned and Beatled 'til I'm blind I've been Ayn Randed, nearly branded Communist 'cause I'm left-handed That's the hand I use, well, never mind! [Verse 2] I've been Walt Disneyed, Diz Disleyed John Lennoned, Krishna Menoned Walter Brennan'd, punched out Cassius Clay I've heard the truth from Lenny Bruce And all my wealth won't buy me health So I smoke a pint of tea a day [Bridge] I knew a man his brain so small He couldn't think of nothin' at all He's not the same as you and me He doesn't dig poetry He's so unhip that when you say Dylan He thinks you're talkin' about Dylan Thomas Whoever he is The man ain't got no culture But it's alright, Ma It's just somethin' I learned over in England [Verse 3] I've been James Joyced, Rolls Royced Mick Jaggered, silver daggered Andy Warhol, won't you please come home? I've been mother, fathered, aunt and uncled Tom Wilsoned, Art Garfunkeled Barry Kornfeld's mother's on the phone [Outro] When in London, do as I do Find yourself a friendly haiku Go to sleep for ten or fifteen years