Mama someday you'll be so proud of me You'll see me hangin in a New York gallery Someday I'm gonna drop from my left side of my brain People are gonna ask "Is it brilliant o plain?"
But as long as I don't know how to hang a warhol I'll keep sketching birds that are all I've heard of verys simple and true Like you know you do-do And if you like em yeah But if you don't it's not bad Cause I don't really care
Said Papa someday might write a symphony forty-eight piece and all dress up like me I say I'll write someday the satyrs of old songs I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones
But as long as I can't get into Carnagie Hall I'll keep writing them songs That are all mine Very simple and dumb Like I've always have done And if you like em yeah But if you don't it's too bad Cause it's all I have ever since I met her I keep thinking "God, how great it is to play a guitar" This way I feel that she's always with me Cause every other song's telling me that this time Is about our love